Let Love See You In the hours of our memories Live the memories of time past In the towers of our dreams We searched for the ones sometimes forgotten Soon we’ll find another To replace the one’s gone slowly by Like stranger’s footprints in the sand Washed over by a thousand waves Like tired golden s...

Let Love See You In the hours of our memories Live the memories of time past In the towers of our dreams We searched for the ones sometimes forgotten Soon we’ll find another To replace the one’s gone slowly by Like stranger’s footprints in the sand Washed over by a thousand waves Like tired golden s...

I will be there. Look forward to meeting up with everyone.
I have a spare ticket, if anyone is needing one please message me.

Beautiful Hearts I'm the kind of guy who will look you in the eye But I’ll never tell you what I feel And I'll never tell you why I’ll meet you at the railway station When you come back home again I’ll say what you want me to say But you won't like it if it isn't real I’ll look you in the eye But I’...

I was thinking about time gone by and how it can distort and consume the present. I remembered the following lines about the past written by Virginia Woolf: I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises a true emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have comp...

Follow the leaves down

You’ll follow the leaves down
As they fall silently to the ground

The echo of the wind is the only sound
As the leaves fall to a new place found

You’ll rise up with the sun
Into a new life just begun

Or lead to a new beginning.......

Steven Your reply mirrors what I think deep down inside is the reality of the situation I think she crept out in the early morning so she could avoid what would eventually turn out to be what I think she really wants but is scared to admit I think the question is both asked of myself and also of her...

I thought someone might say that. Truth is she is searching for the heart that will fill hers. She feels my heart is not that one. She wants to find a relationship that is as good as ours without the complications that come with it. So we are who we are until another time Trust me I would be happy a...

A friend recently left me this note early in the morning after she crept out of my house very quietly: Moonlight falls on my head as I soar to the music of our whispered moans I ache for the sweeteness of your tongue at my breast, for your fingertips, delicate and smooth, on my bare skin Through the...

I've seen grown men pour out their hearts Into an empty glass on an old wooden bar I've heard grown men cry Into old friends' ears drinking by their side I've see old men look into a mirror Through tired eyes when the morning comes too early I've heard the bad luck stories and old love tales I know ...

Walking across the ice, thru the mist, like a ghost with no name Between the lost years of you and me, we've become the ice and mist I turn the corners of my life and walk thru doors that open into black and white I see myself walking away again and I wonder why I meet myself standing on the same co...

Byron

i'll put thought into that

Thank you very much, Phil. It certainly seems to be the one thing that none of us ever will have enough of. One of my favourite songs is Jim Croce's Time In A Bottle. Are you familiar with it? Sherry Of course I wrote my own version of it called eyes stained with blue Maybe I'll post it here Phil

Time All she really wants is time to stand still listen to the birdsong their chirps, tweets and caws voices sweet or shrill but she must hurry on birdsong takes too long all she really wants is a bench to sit upon feel the spring sun warm her winter worn face watch pups and toddlers release their ...