Always the best

Memories of her err him are always the best, they're always close to perfect, they always fit the lyrics... right or wrong, real or imagined, they are the stuff we hang on to, the dreams we hold so close, the people we cherish the most, the old loves are always the best loves - right or wrong, the what ifs? They all disappear... Remember the way she looked? her smile? her laugh? her soft voice? Yeah... old loves, that prom night, or parked in her driveway in the dark, or out behind the bowling alley, sneaking into her room... hmmm I should probably stop here...

Merry Christmas

If you search "the meaning of Christmas" on the internet you'll get well over 2 million results... far more than you could view. Each of us has their own special moments and memories that we covet, from childhood on into adulthood. And each year may bring new ones that mean as much or more than Christmases past. There are those people that have their traditions rooted in their faith, celebrating the birth of Christ along with long held family traditions. While others seek out new adventures of giving and receiving, join with friends - new and old or spend the time in reflection. I hope that the day will bring you all special moments that will become memories that you will covet. That your celebrations whether rooted in your faith, family traditions or new activities will fill your day with joy and happiness. May you have a truly Merry Christmas!

Come back to me

In the dark of the night alone,

Wanting, wishing… could you join me - here by my side?

Would you let me take your hand in mine?

Can you feel what I do just from my touch?

You are my savior, my muse, my love, my friend

You take the darkness from my soul, the tension from my being

You give me solace just by your glance, your smile

Your presence wraps around me like a fine down comforter

Memories of your soft touch, your sweet delicate scent envelope me

I want to touch your mind, your soul like you have touched mine

To whisper the words, to be the music, to be the gentle rain

That reaches deep inside of you the way you have done to me

Come back to me, come sit beside me

Let me take your hand in mine

In the dark of the night alone

I die again…