Monday, December 13, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

If Wishes Were Horses...

"Every passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around." Another cold, blustery day in late November warmed only by homemade soup, sweet friends, and good movies. Oh, wishes... were they horses, this beggar would ride... all the way to the moon.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Voice Like Silver

A room with a window facing west, toward the sea
You with your hands across your chest, facing me
Sing me a song, your voice is like silver and
I don't think that I can do this anymore.
La la la la la la la.... la la laaaa.

Wrapped Around Your Finger (falling fast)