No matter how deep we dig.
How high we hold our heads
It seems we do not do enough.
Everyday I wake and my heart sings a tune reminiscent of Asa’s Babe gone.
My soul croons Rob Thomas’s Ever the Same in reply.
Afraid fate is too strong.
Afraid of the tides of distance and time that succeed in keeping us apart.
Afraid of love.
Afraid I am not strong enough.
Afraid you are growing up so far away from me.
Afraid of the places you have been,
The sights you have seen.
Afraid that when u look at me,
You will judge me by things I cannot fathom.
I long to hold your head against my bosom.
I long to kiss your eyes and fingers.
I long to hear you laugh.
I long for things we have done a million times and things we failed to do.
One minute on solid ground, The next in deep water.
‘We will be alright’, you said, ‘I won’t let go.
Some things are not in your hands…Song of the day: Oleta Adams – Get Here if you can