Mar 2015
At the edge of faltering light I meet the eyes that see
me as only Beauty.
The lonely pines and the sandy soil are warmed by
the heat of a day now gone.
Come in now, Honey, sit with me.
We are the Youth of dreams.
me as only Beauty.
The lonely pines and the sandy soil are warmed by
the heat of a day now gone.
Come in now, Honey, sit with me.
We are the Youth of dreams.
(for Mother and Pop Carl) - their love and marriage of nearly 40 years has been amazing to see
