Month: April 2017

There are songs I sing still, but so long forgotten, haunting a story that should rest, disturbing my slumber with a touch I can’t seem to remember, yet must remind myself to forget. I stand aside to let it pass, but the melody twists and turns through these valleys, relentlessly searching to bring me back to a place I never really left. — Susan

Shadows whisper bittersweet words of regret, and I see you there as clearly as you once were in all your natural beauty and simple grandeur. ~ Susan