Posted by WaterSapphire on August 25, 2008, at 6:33:17
When I was little
My mom would play
Your records
And your words and music became ingrained in my heart
They followed me through life, through Love and turmoil
Through transitions and loneliness
All the way to the Rockies
And back home again
The year you passed
I cried when I heard the news
But I see you flying again
This time with real wings
Given to you from afar...
You will always fill up my senses
Like a sleepy Blue Ocean
Like a mountain in SpringTime
Like a walk in the rain...
poster:WaterSapphire
thread:848132
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