Where would I be…
Like a vagabond at the
edge of the shore,
I would be searching
for my guiding light.
Without your love
I would be a lost bird
dying by the side
of the road.
Without you,
how can I say
I am complete.
How can I say
that I am me.
Vivid dreams that intrigue – or – just torment. Written thoughts that open doors & open minds, allowing me to see the truth hiding in the shadows. "A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read." — The Talmud

Like a vagabond at the
edge of the shore,
I would be searching
for my guiding light.
Without your love
I would be a lost bird
dying by the side
of the road.
Without you,
how can I say
I am complete.
How can I say
that I am me.