Sleep...wonderful sleep. With it worries fade and dreams appear. Let them be good ones tonight~

Ebb Tide-The Richeous Brothers

First the tide rushes in
Plants a kiss on the shore
Then rolls out to sea
And the sea is very still once more

So I rush to your side
Like the oncoming tide
With one burning thought
Will your arms open wide 

At last we're face to face
And as we kiss through an embrace
I can tell,
I can feel
You are love
You are really mine 

In the rain, in the dark, in the sun
Like the tide at its ebb
I'm at peace in the web
Of your arms

~Ahh...I love this song. Absolutely beautiful.

I am so in love, that my heart sings at just the thought of him
His kiss, his eyes, the way he whispers to my soul
How could I resist this temptation to weave my life with his
I've never felt so alive, my heart that was once so still is stirring
And my spirit has finally begun to soar

At last I have found my inspiration, my muse, my lover
Never again to be alone or forsaken, my life has begun
I finally know that these things are real, and not just dreams
This time I will not wake up alone and cold in shadows of what was
I revel in the sheer joy of completeness at long last

I loved him, in a way that no song nor poem could describe. My love was of the peculiar sort, for it wasn’t a warm nor sweet one. No, my love for him was a dark one. Like the sea during the storm, it was turbulent, cold, and all consuming. Only once did I feel the warmth of his touch, as he took my hand and led me down the forest path, I felt a stirring of the soul, and in that instance I saw what only dreams were made of, but he let go too soon, and the dreams were fleeting ones. As quickly as he came, he left, and for six years, I often found myself wondering what might have been, had I only told him of my love. When again I saw him, I knew immediately that time had been cruel to him, his spirit gone, and that the love I once had was no more. It was dead, as dead as his eyes. No hope was left, and my heart fell silent, with my only peace being that he finally knew what it was that I once felt for him.

I'm sitting alone here, in the dark, with the computer monitor being my only source of light. The sun is fading outside, the end of another day here, the beginning of another day somewhere else. Such a fascinating world we live in. I try to take in the simple beauties of it as much as possible.