AN ANGEL'S TEAR

Today I was told

I could never have you;

in the way I need you.

Today I was told

I could never have you;

in the way I want you.

How do you let go?

How do you stop the waves

that-this emptiness brings?

How do you stop

these reverberating waves of hollowness

that drowns my empty soul?

When tears even

refuse to wash away

this love

that my memories-keep

bringing back.

How can I stop...

the yearning

that-this burning gives life too?

How can I never again say

I love you?

By:  B. W. Evans   1/03/09  9:33 a.m.

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ONLY WHAT A SUNDAY AFTERNOON CAN GIVE

Our chance to see

the coming of our day

is lost-in the memories of yesterdays.

And those times

that we should have had,

are as that warm spring wind or

an old familiar song

that gently caresses one's mind back-to

those times when a spring drive or lovers' walk in hand

was but a true moment of sweetness and peace;

wrapped ever so carefully in a day

that gives one a smile and that warm tingling remembrance

as if this day was one of those lazy slow sunny sunday afternoons

when all was right and at peace; and I was with you.

By:  B. W. Evans   3/28/10  9:49 p.m.

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WE NEVER OPENED THE MEMORIES

All our times came

and all our times went

and never once did we stop to listen

to the truths that were always there...

The past does hold the clues and answers

to moments long gone bye;

but blind eyes never see

what is really important and what can be lost...

For not seen, nor even heard

those times spent are times that I have known

and would gladly wish to know again;

for they were with you.

Our time together

has not been sent;

it still holds its future to moments of tomorrows

in memories that were never opened.

Come sit with me and let us know

our beginning is now,

and not lost to moments past;

and hoped to be relived.

I do not want the yesterdays,

I still have this chance for you

with tomorrows being ours...

Come grow old with me.

And all the todays' dreams will be

yesterdays' memories

that we gladly open

as we lie in each's arms and smile.

By:  B. W. Evans  5/31/8:02 p. m.

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LET ME KNOW

Let me know why

the wind blows hard

to where the whistling is heard

far and long

brings to mind that forever sad song

when my heart is sad

and you are not

near to hold me tight and long

so that my soul may rest

in your peace and calm

I gather myself

to accept that

which I may never fully understand

how that a broken heart is only lost

if the one you love does not

let you know.

By:  B. W. Evans   6/22/10   7:12 p.m.

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JUST DON'T SAY GOOD-BYE TONIGHT

Love me

past tomorrows'

nights and days left bright

to love's hold and sight

of you in my arms

as we make our love

just one more time

our music captures

this our moment

as our time gently-flows with the sounds

of our songs echoing

our love through

this our night.

By:  B. W. Evans  8/22/10   2:41a. m.

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