Then as it was, then again it will be
An’ though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
-Page/Plant
The sun is coming through the windows, warming the room, making her hair shimmer. Her head bowed, her face peaceful. I look at her. My eyes full of tears not meant to be seen, my love hard to contain, overflowing, going out to her.
-You are so good, really. I’m so proud of you.
-You are?
-Yes, I am. You must love this song very much, you were really into it.
-Yes I do.
She smiles, her eyes a little wet too, her cheeks flushed. Her head goes down again, and she starts Diary of a Madman.
I saw my 13 year old daughter play Ten Years Gone on the guitar this morning. I saw love. I saw a little bliss in the gloom.
WOE Thats some cool shit. 13 and playing Led on the guitar and not the most accessible piece either. I would have jumped through the roof. “Some mercy from the lord above”
yeah, she grew out of “smoke on the water” pretty quick 😉 she also plays some pink floyd.
Good for her and you. She rocks, literally.
thanks 🙂 she does.
Absolutely beautiful words.
Thank you for stopping by my firefly filled, anonymous, home and commenting. I will come here often, I think I like ms.swan_pr.
thank you holly 🙂 your space was quite an experience as well. you are welcome here any time 🙂