Mar 2018
When the air is cold, and the night is darkest, because the clouds refuse to let the stars shine.
When the quiet sound at last is heard, echoing atop the snow.
When there is a will within and a will for me.
To return to you, with words anew.
Because all of the quietness of the calming nights and winters resting urn, cannot separate you from my thoughts.
Regardless and above.
The stars still burn.
When the quiet sound at last is heard, echoing atop the snow.
When there is a will within and a will for me.
To return to you, with words anew.
Because all of the quietness of the calming nights and winters resting urn, cannot separate you from my thoughts.
Regardless and above.
The stars still burn.
A smile is regardless of choice, to speak or not to speak matters not. Because the smile simply is, because the expression was true. *pause* Much emphasis here on the "was" aspect because times change. People change. And even sooner still, our fragile little human feelings change.
