Brett

My heart speaks to me of people, places long since gone Not where I have been but what could be again

I'll not hold your time longer than this last line, for it is now I will lay and hold the energy of comfort over you in my minds eye

This leap will not be the last. Each time hopes' parachute deploys a little later but still it flops out behind the fall

It is her heart that speaks to me, in the quiet of the night. Not her anxious tales of the day, her tasks. Instead I hear the bright heart

Your words have faded from memory I am left hollowed out Your skill at severing the cord Not a clean cut

There is no answer here, in fact there is no question Though to wonder is nothing new Missing beats of my now again empty heart I hold...

As each day starts a thought occurs to me~ How truly rare it is to find~ Someone who can see~ Some one who can see behind emotions dark...

I am reminded of so many people today, none of them is me. I have seen all their faces, though not in the mirror as I do today. One of...