Completely Incomplete for Sunday, March 7, 2004

The path it passes beneath my feet I feel a strange familiarity I’ve walked this path many times before Yet not in this time, not in this world But in my dreams, when I am at peace I always find myself in this place Yellow leaves on every bow Flowers scattered on the ground below Wildflowers of... Sign in to see full entry.

I stroll down the path as a feather on wind Letting the sounds of the Earth fill my mind Squirrels, they skitter, Doves, they coo As my mind slowly drifts to you Simple memories of a perfect kiss Recalling sweetly, holding his hand The days when we were yet in love And simply couldn’t get enough Of... Sign in to see full entry.