Another day, another morning
I’m waking up, your soul in mine
Trying not to cry
As I start to hear the sounds that remind me of you
Close my eyes, feel a breeze
Which embraces me with memories of you
The same breeze that burns in my eyes
brings me searching beyond the fields of imagination
For something that will keep
me through… the day after… without you
Slowly fade away and
Never return
Is what I do
When thinking of you
Over the mountain
Deep down In the valley
My soul travels
Just to find you
Among the stars above me
Where you have been all the time
Come back to me
you who travel
in the lands of nowhere
A new client talks attorney Stan Turner into acting as his executor and trustee of his estate if he should die. Stan reluctantly accepts, but when the client is murdered before the ink is dry on the paperwork, Stan realizes he has been set up and mus
When I wrote ths book in 2000, I was concerned about children having access to the Internet and to chat rooms where "you can be anyone you want." Here we are many years later and the situation with children talking freely to stangers on the Internet
you who travel
in the lands of nowhere
Once again, your poem "speaks" to me because what you express is so very familiar to me, Angelica. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis