I walk the distance between us on burning coals
Straddle the high wire between mountains for the memory of your eyes/ blue/green
Like the blanket spread over sands
In the wee hours of never, where
Dreams fell like shards of shattered clouds
And I knelt before you spellbound, never
Fathoming the keenness of your lonely
Sad soul/spirit and we left still a
Distance from understanding your woman
Needs, unanswered by everyone
Like a soul song fading so softly
On a night breeze
William, my heart breaks for the void left by the loss of your beloved. There is One, who sticks closer than a brother, who never leaves, and who even walks with us,every step of the way, as He leads us out of the void and back into the light! God bless you, dear man, God bless you...with healing love and comfort. ~ rhonda
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2006
i almost didn't read this piece - almost couldn't. i'm glad i did. sometimes silence speaks louder than words. that's what this deserves: the highest order of silence.
(Richard M. Feldman) Ever since I was a young boy, the only thing I wanted to be was a cowboy. I wanted to own and work on a real ranch, with cattle and horses. Especially horses.
While I never became a cowboy, considering everything I have done
TRUE STORY. Bella survived an abusive powerbroker father with organized crime ties, a drug-addicted mother and a physically/sexually abusive brother. Shocking & inspirational. When she couldn't cry, she tattooed a crying angel to cry for her.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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