Trust is the daughter of Truth and the mother of Love

"Trust is the daughter of Truth. She has an objective memory, neither embellishing nor denying the past . . . her presence is subtle, simple and undeniable . . . Trust rarely buys round-trip tickets because she is never sure how long she will be gone and when she will return . . . She has a gambler's respect for the interplay between luck and skill: she is the mother of Love."

J. Ruth Gendler

You were born an original. Don't die a copy...
(John Mason)

Words are things

Words are things; and a small drop of ink, falling like dew upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think. —Byron

What happened?

What happened to your heart honey?
Did life just get too tough?
Did you forget to listen
When things got a little rough

What happened to our love baby?
Did it sink without a trace?
Did you think you wouldn't need it
When you couldn't find it a place

What happened to your soul sweetheart?
Did you just lose your way?
Did you think you had the answers
Or did all your questions go astray

I think of you - Rodriguez

trouble with my smile

I've been having trouble with my smile
it's been missing now for quite a while
been taking issue with my heart
feels like it all just fell apart
been hearing voices in my ears
sometimes reduces me to tears
been holding on to all the pain
seems the past is filled with rain
looking for new seeds to sow
hoping that some love will grow...

don't let go

come and meet me in that time and space
where you and I are always lovers
I can feel your breath upon my face
as we slide beneath the satin covers

hold me tight
don't let go
it's alright
we both know
we don't have to be apart
we can wait it out instead
and let the angels in our hearts
defeat the demons in our heads