The moon, she is a woman. I've been lifted and carried in her arms. Though she comes and goes with the tide, I love her just as much. Each time she goes, she and I become a dream. And I wonder if she hopes I'll remember the us we used to be. Tonight, she's only …
morning rain
the morning rain finds me still in bed, thinking of you. i want to call in my best sleepy, throaty voice, just to hear you say you're thinking of me too. forget the miles and all those days between us. you say you don't feel the distance, but my aching arms sure do. it's early …
