Something tells me that I am going home

The summer's coming in and the moonlight on the river tells me where I have been!

I am going to find a happy place

..and there will be no shades of grey

Lisbon

Love Song to a Stranger:The hours past slowly on one Red Afternoon like a sweet breeze.

Between the woods and frozen lake,The Whitest Morning of the year.

I like you to be still:it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you

Sometimes I believe in fate

But the chances we create
Always seem to ring more true
You took a chance on loving me
I took a chance on loving you.....

 

The Past and Present wilt-I have fill'd them,emptied them and proceed to fill my next fold of the future

No I haven't seen Death yet.As I lie awake at night, I feel a tear run down my face.No, I feel no pain yet.