Eyes closed, dark now I can’t breathe. My world is yours fingers squeeze Life from me, our love I release, Your grip loosens and eases Me back to life.
No it was me, not you, no way, That stopped the BBQ that day, Just said what no one could see, Yep point the finger, it was me. Great day for it, eh? Still daylight? Got the pecking order all right? Who cooks, who stands by, Who gets drinks, me i looked at the sky! […]
Of a morning, I’m woken up by the song Higher Love by Steve Winwood. And not every morning, I ask myself, “What is this song really about?””Where is this higher love he keeps thinking of anyway?” Perhaps this higher love might be one of C. S. Lewis‘s The Four Loves: Storge: Love experienced by and for family members, […]