Mar 31
I won’t fall away from you
When times hit hard as stone;
We will ride each tempest through
Though aching to the bone.
I won’t lose you in the mists
Of fever, fret, or loss;
You will feel your foreheads kissed
Fire’s hand as cool as moss.
Like a shadow falls at noon
I’m with you all the way;
I’ll follow you like the moon
Through nights on into day.
All that I will leave of me
Some coals within your mind:
Live life in the moment…be;
Trust love; stay just; be kind.
Here’s my testament to you
My favourites the same,
In those dawn-rose times we grew
Our covenant of flame.
3/7/19 Al Ain
When times hit hard as stone;
We will ride each tempest through
Though aching to the bone.
I won’t lose you in the mists
Of fever, fret, or loss;
You will feel your foreheads kissed
Fire’s hand as cool as moss.
Like a shadow falls at noon
I’m with you all the way;
I’ll follow you like the moon
Through nights on into day.
All that I will leave of me
Some coals within your mind:
Live life in the moment…be;
Trust love; stay just; be kind.
Here’s my testament to you
My favourites the same,
In those dawn-rose times we grew
Our covenant of flame.
3/7/19 Al Ain
My mother, before she died, had written personal letters to all her children addressing them all "To my favourite son/daughter"... My father, utterly heartbroken, was steered by my brother who moved in with him and then it all changed.
