I am waiting for youAt the chapel doorDecorated for us to ambleRemember, the olden golden daysThe first steps of mineWe were rumbling tumbling I am waiting for you At the chapel doorTo trudge me along the aisleTo the altarCome, take my handOne last time!Share, your warmth One last time!Before I leave
Started as a spark deep down ignited from an emotion matured to a burst calmly flowing downall the wayto the deep Ocean
In my autumn dayssitting on the garden benchI am reciting the great voyage,looking at mewith curiosity dancing in the mindthe grand kiddos, questioningeyes decorated with childish glintswhens and wheres buzz all aroundgranny beside smilingnodding and blushing for repliesreminding adventures of spring daysdeep at the bottom of the sea,peak at the top of mountains,far at the …