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Friday, June 20, 2003
 
WHEN I MISS YOU THE MOST

By: Nancy G. Brundrett

My journey down each endless path is my life
As the breeze hits my face
I recall I've loved deeply
And been loved by many with no boundaries
Watching the yellow rose unfold
It's beauty entailing thorns
Then tracing the petals
Falling to the ground
That's when I miss you the most

Why does love travel it's own road?
The coming and the going
Like all the seasons
Each one with their own colors
Trees and forests come alive with spring
Only to wear a dying look as winter approaches
Standing tall and strong
Most times standing alone
That's when I miss you the most

I rise early to catch the morning light
Comes streaming through my bedroom window
Catching the sun in a prism
All the brilliant colors passing through
You just can't fight off the night
It always comes all too soon
Moonlight gives off orange-like hues
Invisible winds blowing through the willows
That's when I miss you the most

Mountains and oceans call to me now
Sitting and watching the birds floating
Aimlessly in the atmosphere
Clouds for their background flight
Finding a waterfall or two bound for the ocean
Alone as the sunset skies melt into the horizon
My hand is empty now
But I remember your touch so gentle
That's when I miss you the most

Walking down hand-laid brick roads
It's my old hometown again decades later
Swallowed by the shadows
Listening to the past sounds
Stood on my old front porch
Remembering all the goodnight embraces
Words spoken and received
Still locked inside of my heart
That's when I miss you the most

Some say time always heals everthing
I say time exposes my mistakes and is cruel
I'm happy your life is full
I regret mine is not
I echoed your name into the canyon
Through miles of ancient walls
It came back to me
It always does
That's when I miss you the most

Pouring into songs now is my passion
Writing my feelings in poems as well
Adding memories to memories
My storehouse is full of so much love
Your earthen brown eyes hold so much warmth
All this love passing through us holds me steady as I sojourn
Not past the tears of a million years
Only the sound of decades of silence
That's when I miss you the most





 

 
   
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