A poem writting for Rana. you folk know him, around here as, The Knight. |
Melon le Rana, this ones for you. ________________________________________________________ I miss you so much today I was driving through the country this morning, and when the sun began to rise. Pink and purple over the snow covered fields. I thought of you When I was with the horses this morning and one came over to me and knocked me over with his head. I thought of you When I pass the pines through the wood. And the smell of spruce and fur. And the snow sticks to the needles of the trees. I thought of you When I lay down in bed after work and I look up my map, on the wall. I picture the Forsaken Inn and all the adventure. I thought of you And when I looked at Myself in the mirror and smile a certain smile. And laugh a certain way and touch my fingertips to the Evenstar. And lace up the corset. I thought of you And when I thought of you ... all these things became more special to me ... Everything I see and do I have more of a passion for them. I have the will to do the best I can for I know that if you where here you would be proud of me and you would do the same... And the thought turns to think. I think of you when I dream I think of you when I write I think of you when I sleep I think of you when I sleep I think of you when I smile when I speak when I draw and sing And the more I think of you I love you. |