glimpses

Waiting For Love…

Was it something in the rain

Or the chance of love again

That made me explain

The secrets of my soul?

I guess I only needed someone to hold

For I was gone without a trace

When the rain blew away

Was it something from a dream

That touched my memory

Or a picture I didn’t know

I’d  seen that made me stop and stare

And then I lost him

If he was ever there

Coz I’m afraid of being close

When I need to be the most…

Coz I’m afraid of being close

When I need to be the most

And it seems I spent my whole life waiting  for love

And when it comes, I always run away…

Till my last day has come to run away… 

" Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp or what’s heaven for..?"

What’s best in music is not to be found in the notes.

" When we walk to the egde of all the light we have and we take a step into the darkness of the unknown, we must believe one of the two things will happen. There will be something solid for us to stand on or ..we simply will have to learn how to fly..

Edges, Patrick Overton

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Tawin