Pamela-
I’ve always dreamed of singing this song for you.
In my heart, I know that I have, maybe someday I actually will.
It’s everything I’ve always wanted to say to the only person in the world that I could ever say it to.
Our love is a slow, sweet dance . . .
Happy Anniversary, my Pamela
(put on the [...]
Posts Tagged ‘anniversary’
Forever (26)
Posted: 5th November 2009 by ~m in Audio, Dreams, Forever, Love, Music, Pamela, Personal, Time, Truth, Video, anniversaries, dancingTags: anniversary, Kenny Loggins, Love, Pamela, Personal
You
Posted: 13th October 2008 by ~m in Angels, Family, God, Life, Love, Mondays, Old Days, Personal, Poetry, Truth, amazing, anniversaries, chances, flowers, prayer, womenTags: 25, anniversary, divorce, legals, Love, marriage, Poetry, sweet, wives
In about three weeks my wife and I will celebrate 25 years of marriage.
It just doesn’t make sense that I make a whole spectacle of it in one day, seeing we’ve been together and
so incredibly strong for 25 years.
These days, I’m truly amazed after reading the ‘legals’ in the newspaper with these assholes that get [...]
Genesis {3}
Posted: 14th July 2008 by ~m in Angels, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Personal, Sacred, Sleep, Stars, Truth, alzheimer's disease, anniversaries, deaths, prayerTags: anniversary, deaths, Deep thoughts, Life, Love, Mother
There’s a sacred moment lost somewhere between the dreamworld and my waking hours
that you are alive, still within me, heart beating, the assuring rhythm of your breath
Though the moment quickly dies, the memory of you continues to live; a complex composition of stars shining down from the heavens,
the genesis of untold galaxies,
the perpetual continuation of [...]
I Remember
Posted: 30th March 2008 by ~m in Birthdays, Family, Life, Love, Personal, deathsTags: anniversary, birthday, death, gone, Love, Mother
I remember, Mom.
(3.30.28 – 3.30.08)
Missing you, as always . . .
~m
True Companion
Posted: 5th November 2007 by ~m in Life, Love, anniversariesTags: anniversary, Life, Love
Sands of time drift silently by us,
yet here we are climbing invisible mountains carelessly left behind,
alone; yet never alone
true companions . . .
Evening hours sift seamlessly into the bleak tranquility of dawn,
and here we are once again,
facing truth and light, overwhelmed . . .
but still impossibly together
true companions . . .
the Years grow wings, birds [...]

