“Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions…” - Elizabeth Gilbert
You’re there for me
And you said…
Tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine;
And so we will pass a few hours time
With the quaint and the comic and even sublime -
Silently searching for that elusive sign.
And you said…
We'll fashion the future and polish the past,
Allowing the memories to amass;
While the grains of sand slip through the glass'
Til a tranquil lull pervades at last.
And you said…
Go to sleep, will try hard I might;
So I gather around me a comforter so tight,
And we wistfully, longingly say goodnight.
Conversation fades with the eve's golden light...
(Author unknown)