The moon, she is a woman I’ve been lifted and carried in her arms. Even though she comes and goes with the tide, I love her so much. Each time she goes, she and me becomes a dream. I know she prays I’ll remember the us we used to be. Tonight’s she’s only half of …
morning rain
The morning rain finds me in bed thinking of you. I want to call in my best sleepy, throaty voice to hear you say you’re thinking of me too. Forgetting the miles and miles and so many days. You say you don’t feel the distance but my aching arms sure do. Now it’s early still …
Dixie's Road Trip 