The soft, plump snowflakes drift down slowly
outside the window behind my christmas tree.
I simply stop and smile to myself.
For this feels like chistmas to me.
The soft, plump snowflakes drift down slowly
outside the window behind my christmas tree.
I simply stop and smile to myself.
For this feels like chistmas to me.
I know that many believe that
the only one with a touch
and the ability to stop
a boat from rocking in the midst
of storms and tempests is God,
but I know that your touch
and your simple gestures
is enough to make my world stop
for just a short while
until I find my bearings again.
I want to scream from the mountains
how much I love you right now,
only there are no mountains
and there’s no you
so I guess I’ll keep my comments
to myself. As always.
I am a comet.
Science tells you exactly what I am
and where I am going.
The predict just how close I will come
to colliding with the earth.
2.4 million miles to be exact.
It seems pretty far away
when looking at the big picture.
I suppose 145 feet seems far away too
until something hurtles towards the earth from it.