she graces me with a smile each day, as if she is the dawn
awakening my heartbeat and enticing my blood to flow
her voice is like an angel, as she glides toward me
as i feel the softness of her petal arms wrap around me
a quick whisper of I love you, breezes through my ear
and with a grogy smile, I know that I am  loved

wondering souls walk aimlessly forward
trying to rid themselves of the past
their footsteps follow, taunting their path
they look behind to see if they have faded
only to come full circle

I hope this letter finds you well, from the dark dispair I've heard you dwell
the words I've penned are meant to say, to calm the demons that have swelled
oh that my logic and heart felt rhymes, may crease the corners of your smiles
to let your mind divert to another time, if only for a while
for I am not a savior to take away your fears, just a friend to remind you are cared
and as you fold the letter and keep it near your *****, may your demons disappear

I'm sure bob dylan would'nt mind
If I quoted from his line
that all along the the watch tower
such a beauty I have found

perhaps you'll stumble upon this write, for it's just for you
and see i am true to my word, wanting to start anew with you
there'd be no more playing with your heart or confusing your mind
i realize now that you think, i'm the best you'll ever find
the tears that trickle down your cheek, i know it's because of me
the guilt when i see them, has left me to realize we were meant to be
an apology is in order, as i wipe those tears away
but you smiling and holding me, theres nothing more to say

desending down that creaky staircase I can see the glow from his cigarette
the fresh brewed scent of coffee mixing in, window open, his morning routine
though I am just a kid, I wonder what he is thinking, probably family and work
he hears my footsteps and says good morning son,yawning, I say good morning dad
I ask him how are you today, he chuckles and says, I,m feeling good and you, he ask
I feel different today, I can feel what today will bring, and I don't understand and he chuckles
the next morning, there was'nt that glow from a cigarette, nor the scent of fresh brewed coffee
only an empty chair and the window closed as I start my morning routine

love
hate
sorrow
despair
happiness
death
tears
smiles
warmth
hope
content
all cascading into the stream of life