december 8th

take me back and hear the sounds as the rain pours

glancing out the window and hearing the groove

rewind years and no more tears

glory and the sand as to the tropical and unknown

looking down over me and looking toward me

running and seeking out thy answer

your teachings were the best and your meanings

were all to the real

i listen more than ever and hear you more than ever

tommorow is a spring toward fall and the winter

of my Summer and I acknowledge the words and wisdom

365 24/7 of what you meant to me