The Connection

Love makes a connection

Like the river your eyes run right through me

Unable to trust these feelings when we are miles apart

I look to the sun as you beam rays into my heart

Words escape me as crystal raindrops touch your skin

Making for the perfect quiet storm 'til morning

I hear the way you gaze at me

When our two souls collide

For you, the very best I've got

I've found you to be my favorite song

I take pleasure in following your melody

Your hands have suggestions plenty

Love makes a connection

~~~Skin I'm In~~~

Too Much The Same, Too Late To Change, Pain

For so long we chose to wait

Thirty years 

You unlocked the gate

I played my hand at love 

A full house I thought we had

Instead you decided to fold
Not once saying it was too late

The love we shared 
We craved insatiably 
Our storms of passion
Felt just like home

With every embrace, every glance 
With every moan.

At night when I close my eyes

 I can not stand the sight 
A vacancy,

You not being in my life.
Life consumed by time
I found I was blind
To the truth
Wondering if she loves and wants you 
With the pain I do.

The rain now stings my eyes

 Stained with red and open wide

You will see I'm broken,
Though taking all things in stride.

You left me to drown 

As the seasons changed

From the sounds of winter

To the summer snow.
Preyed upon by the hunter
There was no way to know.

We were too much the same
Not willing to change
I walk lazily,
Where the butterflies rest easily,
We were too much the same
No one to blame.

~~~Skin I'm In~~~

Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay - Random Thoughts

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay, Watching the tide roll away. 

Popular Lyrics from Otis Redding.

My days off are oftentimes spent on the cliffs overlooking the bay and the boardwalk at the river's edge. 

"Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay" , I had this song on vinyl as a child.  Never really understood the meaning then. 

A melancholy piece.

 I find it amusing as I sit in the morning sun.

You will find me sitting when the evening comes. 

  I sit with my purple pen and journal, enjoying the beauty of life. 

I am captivated by the ripples as the sun hits off of the liquid gold shining like diamonds. Every movement has a story carried out to sea. These same stories re-emerge only during the storm while the rocks sit silently chilled by the gossip of the taunting tide.  

~~~Skin I'm In~~~ 

All That's Real And Lasting

The Sounds Of Life

Birds chirping, Leaves Rustling

Footsteps of Passersby

Sights And Sounds Of Laughter

Memories.....

All That's Real And Lasting

~~~ Skin I'm In~~~