I will send some sun to you,
you can use it when you choose;
it's air-mailed just for you,
and only you,  to use.

You can save it for a rainy morn,
or when the clouds are gray;
or when the fog is present,
it will brighten up your day.

I'll send some flowers too,
can't hurt to have a rose;
or a daffodil or two -
so pleasant for the nose.

Best off all, I'll send some love,
you'll feel it when it comes;
the type that's always with you -
and guess what? it never runs.

Rare and treasured gifts,
for those that feel left out;
that still try hard to figure,
what this life is all about.

If only you had held me close,
then I wouldn't feel the pain;
but then, you seldom hold me,
so I'm left with little gain.

If only you had smiled for me,
for something I did right;
in place of empty arms,
through long and lonely nights.

If only you had held my hand,
when I sensed danger near;
when I faced the coming day,
of a senseless, unknown fear.

If only you had given love,
in the quiet of an evening;
if you'd only turned to look,
to see that I was grieving.

If only you had held me tight,
when feet beneath me swayed;
if you'd only paid attention,
why then...I may have stayed.

1959, I thumbed my way to Utah,
froze my **** at Marble Falls;
in the frigid night, so cold,
I think I froze my *****.

Didn't get much sleep at all,
I tossed and turned, all chilled;
my initial hitch-hike in the west,
I certainly wasn't thrilled.

Mind if I smoke I asked the gent,
Yes,  he said, I do;
six hours later, he dropped me off,
shoulda seen the smoke I blew!

I think Utah is for Mormons,
like Brigham Young and such;
can't smoke, can't drink coffee,
can't do too little or too much.

I hit Las Vegas proper,
as I was hitchin' back;
at midnight, on Fremont St.,
it was anything but black.

It was daylight -  but,
I never saw the sun;
folks were gallivanting -
looked like they were having fun.

I continued on, to Phoenix,
to where the heat was fine;
stayed far away from Marble Falls,
for a lengthy, longish time.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you were telling me that you were mine;
my heart was comforted and warmed,
outside it rained, but also, sun did shine.

Sunshine in the rain, is rare and lovely,
both reflect the nature of one's life;
without rain, we've no flowers,
without sun, there's always strife.

Your my balance in this old world,
the gyroscope that rights my way;
the special one my heart is drawn to,
that highlights,  my ordinary day.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you were telling me you loved me so;
my soul was touched and satisfied,
because your love, it makes me whole.

When I heard your voice, I smiled,
you laughed and told me foolish things;
the crazy way that people fall in love,
the crazy glue that true love brings.

I swear, I never saw it coming,
just the note that said goodbye;
now I've left with only questions,
who and what and where and why.

I searched for answers, there were none,
no pieces of a puzzle could I form;
left with nothing I could hold,
I could only weep and mourn.

Mourn for what we had and lost,
mourn for love that disappeared;
mourn for happiness, now gone,
inheriting all things I feared.

In the silence of the night I cried,
my heart and soul, they were in pain;
I wondered if I could hold together,
wondered if you'd return again.

Love hurts too much when it is over,
from joy, it falls to desperate grief;
the hurt is, it might last forever,
and that this pain will never cease.

The campground is deserted,
it's quiet and serene;
no crowds of noisy people,
in truth, there's no one seen.

I scout each hidden site,
to see which one is best;
but they all look the same,
can't tell one from the rest.

Eighteen bucks for one night,
the price keeps going higher;
my camping days are fading,
to the tents, I don't aspire.

Old age has softened me,
a bed is more my speed;
the refrigerator's there,
and has all I'll ever need.

The campground is deserted,
it's closed for this fall season;
there's only ghosts of campers past,
that slept there for a reason.

In the mountains I can
lose my thoughts,
escape from daily care;
at peace with sun and shadow,
knowing He is there.

To guide my wayward steps,
to keep me on His road;
to lift from off my shoulders,
my weary, heavy, load.

In the hillsides I am lost,
yet my heart can find the way;
my soul is filled with love,
for the living of this day.

For the blessings of His Word,
for the promises He gives;
for a quiet, restful mind,
for the faith in Him that lives.

In the ridges of the peaks,
and wherever I do roam;
I can say I'm never lost...
He always walks me home.