Beside

Is the sky defined by its colour, so blue?

Does the wind once blown, return or renew?

Does the sun once its shone, die for the day? 

Does the moon change monthly or does it stay?

The way I feel and think of you,

is never with sadness, never quite blue. 

I think of the joy we had in the past 

and hold on to love; a love that will last. 

So be well my baby. Be by my side..

and share in this love, I wear it with pride.

My Dear

It's winter now, I miss the beach. The surf, the sand, beyond my reach. 

I sit and stare, through windows bare and wait for sunny days. 

I miss the warmth upon my skin, the ocean depths I love to swim, 

I miss the boys I share my world within. 

But most of all I miss his smile, I miss him more than once in a while. 

I only have my memories to share. 

But I know he is coming home, and in my arms he'll never roam. 

I miss the sand, I miss his smile, 

my dear.

~

The Sun, the moon, the earth, the sea ...

He is the sun...

... I am his moon. 

A golden ball...

... a silver spoon. 

A love not lost ...

... it came so soon. 

My heart is healed... 

... within there's room. 

So take my hand

and laugh with me.

You are the earth ... 

... I am your sea. 

~