Memories March 13, 2016March 13, 2016Age, Animal, Concepts, Dream, Dusk, Fire, Life, Peace, Sadness, Time6 Comments Lightning bugs at dusk Their glow, a beacon for those Seeking simpler times
It beamed from your whole
being, a warm, glowing ray
of comfort and “home.”
Seeing your smile and
knowing it was for me was
the best thing ever
Your spirit alive
Sharing openly and true
The smile was for you
It beamed from your whole
being, a warm, glowing ray
of comfort and “home.”
Seeing your smile and
knowing it was for me was
the best thing ever
Your spirit alive
Sharing openly and true
The smile was for you