Where are you now, my darling love,
in the midst of your infinite slumber?
Your soul resides in the Summerlands
while you've left me alone to wander
It wasn't supposed to be this way,
Why did you choose to leave?
In every December I think of you
and a different life for me
How is it Love, there where you are?
So peaceful I imagine it must be
As you ponder in that endless realm
Do you ever dream of me?
In loving memory of G. Kirk
The trees reach out as silent witnesses always willing to listen to your troubled heart. Nature offers her ears to anyone who speaks into the omnipotant silence. There are places that wait for you. You are loved....you are wanted....you are cared for. You are not alone.....you are not alone.....you have never been alone.