TIME GOES BY SO SLOWLY
EACH SECOND SEEMS LIKE FOREVER
SNOW MELTING DEEP DOWN INTO THE GROUND
ALL MY MEMORIES ROUND AND ROUND.
DREAMS JUST TO BRING YOU NEAR.
NO NEW SIGNS YET THIS YEAR.
AND AS I HANG ON TIGHTLY MY DEAR.
VISIONS LEAVE LIKE TIRED GHOSTS IN THE FOG.
IN BETWEEN MY CHANTS AND SPECIAL PRAYERS TO THE HEAVENS.
ANGELS FLY BACK TO BRING YOU MY LOVE.
WINTER IS STILL UPON US EVEN IN THE NIGHT.
BUT I HEAR SPRING WHISPERING TO ME
EVERYTHING WILL BE ALLRIGHT.
AGAIN FOR JOHN
AND TO THE GYPSY ANGELS THAT REMAIN.
About Me
- timothy
- mashpee, ma, United States
- I am a free-spirit drifting through life, always looking at life and imagining scenes as my next creations on canvas with paint. through my pain on some recent events in my life come growth and love and pure joy. to stay the same to me is to become stale and irrelevant. I like to keep changing whether through my art and my writings or even the way i play my guitar late at night. or when i wake up sometimes just before the dawn when i feel inspired by looking out into the dark and knowing in my heart there will be light soon. sort of the same way i create when i am painting, i allow the paint to talk to me when i am at one with my brushes.
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