Sometimes I wonder if there is a connection
Between the weather and my heart,
These restless nights apart from her –
The lightning rages, the wind howls, the rain falls hard.
The rolling thunder echoes throughout the blackened sky,
Penetrating the silence with its mighty roar,
The pressure shifts, the barometer drops,
The air grows bitterly cold.
The faint glow of the moon presses on through the dark clouds,
The stars now obscured from view,…
"Waiting For My Beloved"
There is a heaviness weighing hard upon my chest;
So much love and longing.
Short of breath and gasping for air,
This feeling of emptiness – so thick it’s suffocating.
The silence overwhelms me;
Her sweet voice, her joyous laughter –
It echoes throughout the canyons of my heart;
Drifting further and further away.
They say that our luck has ran out and God is dead.
That the creek don't rise and the grave's overfed.
The stars would fall, but it was the moon instead.
The body has been broken, and the blood has been shed.
Seeing the world through tired eyes.
She makes her entrance onto the Grand Stage of my life,
Full of elegance, grace and poise.
Brilliantly captivating the audience that looks on in awestruck wonder,
These archetypal figures enshrouded by the dark of the theater.
She speaks with a voice that even the angels…