Did I see you from afar?Could that been youFlashing eyes so bright.Smile stopping traffic.As the sun warmed you.Lovebirds singing their songs.My eyes flutter closed.Heartbeat thumping.Soft fingers caress.Your name on my lips.Clouds seperate.Moon lit your way.Into this lovers heart.Taking possession.It had to be.But you are still only my dream.    

Blue Moon found meNo love left in my heartStanding alone once moreYour voice deep in my soul... Hold me... Adore me... Love meTill the moon turnsFrom blue to goldBlue Moon you left meStanding aloneWithout a love in my heartWithout a love of my ownMy arms could ever holdBut only youNo love left in my heartAs the moon turnedFrom gold to blue based on the 1934 song Blue Moon composed by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart.      

down by the riveryour lover waitsdreamed of youfinger in the waterripples pass thruhis soul and timewait been toldwait burns his heartas the ripples movedown by the riverthe wind whisperssoon my lovewait for me   

We all watchtimeas it dragsas it slipswe are notthe master oftimeat a young agecount the timetill your 16then 21timewalking down the aislethe sound of your childat birthtimehappy and sadgood with the badwalking togetherhand in crippled handtoward your setting suntimeholding his handpleading don't leavewe aren't finishedwe just need moretime.   

Wake to my drugnext to me closereach outfirst touchmy drug stirsas I inhalemy drug smilessoft kissesas I tastemy drugcoffee brewingbreakfast trayto servemy drugto have one's drug beside you on your journey  

The old warrior returns to his dreamErin sits with her tea watches over him.As the steamer rounded the Cape on its final leg to India.  The veterans looked out over the sea, packing their pipes for a morning smoke.Some thought of home or who they left back behind.  Sean thought of his new bride.Her button nose, curve of her waist and green eyes more beautiful than the isle from which he longed for.HeatDustSmellsNot of hom...

Need your voiceNeed your smileNeed your touchNeed your handNeed your heartNeed your soulNeed your scentNeed your allWaitPhoneTextLetterNo moreNeed YOU now    

Warm breeze from the westDark clouds formingTrees bent eastLightning lights the skyClap after clap of thunderFarmers look to the skyMothers gather childrenOff to the cellar do they flyRain to hail and back againNorth to WestFunnel clouds formingBlack tails dancingDangerDestructionDeathWelcome spring to OZ   

Erin the young granddaughter smiled,the old warrior at peace.  Smile creasedhis face.   His dream continues.Young and cocky in red and plaidsteel to his backbone.Till his eyes fall on her.Angels did so sing.One glace love so did spring.His lass forever.Ringlets of red flowed south.Emeralds for eyes.Her heart pure.Soon to be his.As his smile wanded, the old warriorslept on.  Dreams of land, love, and pain.As angels and dem...

Thor O Mighty ThorThe Gods grew boredwhat next for the mortals belowlightening was tossed downheavy roars of laughter heardshake the mountains one saidrocks were sent to tumble downroars of laughter as they sawmortals take to their shipsall looked to mighty Thorwith a wicked glint in his eyestossed lighteningthen loud thunderothers above just wonderedtill Thor brought snow to belowhardy laughs as he saidThunder Snow   

Darkest of darkBroken soulTaste of battleDeep in his throatChoking  lifeWar forever lostTattered bannerStomped to earthShattered swordKing heFist to heavenCurses the GodsEyes wideValhalla opens   

as we mortals wakelucky someunlucky some tooAngels abovewatching downboiling waterteapot singingAngels gathersipping tealaughing as Angels cantill the horn blowswhite wings flexAngels circleon guardas only they canas we mortals wake    

to hitch your heartto a shooting staryour heart racesyour love boilsride your shooting starhold on tightas your love sparkledwhen you see an old manlooking to the heavenswaiting for his shooting starto renew his hearttaking a sliver to his soullove everlastingthanks to hisShooting Star  

I want to knowIf you ever seen the rainCome falling downAs your best friendJackCalls you backPull out your Lucky'sSit next to your demonsLook down at your glassI want to knowHave you ever seen it rain based off a CCR song      

As the old man sits with his afternoon tea.  Pipe tightly between teeth, he nods off.Dreams flood over his old bones of the moorsThe moors of his childhood.  Happy days with his family.  The sounds of his youth good and badThe soulful sound of pipes move his dream along.  First a grand memory, dressed in his uniform teasing that beautiful red hair lass.A smile breaks free as his pipe falls to his lap.