To borrow\u00a0from\u00a0Stevie Nicks, “Just like the white-winged dove, singing songs sounds like she’s singing, … Ooh baby, ooh baby.”<\/p>\n
See you for who you are, you are our\u00a0baby. If the purity of the soul could be measured by the goal, you’d be our idol now, we love you so. You are our white-winged dove sounds like you’re singing, “help me baby help me to be. Everything that I can, I’ll be your heart I’ll be your man, you are my everything.\u00a0You are my strength, my voice, my hands, my legs, my means, my\u00a0ways, my song, my days, my nightime too.\u00a0You tuck me in and keep me safe, I love your hugs, your warm embrace, you\u00a0show the world to me.”<\/p>\n
“I like my wingman’s touch, his laptop lights and sounds and\u00a0such, the glowing screen\u00a0of a fabled dream or is it\u00a0neuron flow? It runs together it jumps, it sings, it falls and turns in cascade rings, you’ll never know how much it means. A synaptic glow, like lava flow, it sparks of colors bright and bold, it will never grow old it’s what it seems. It’s a\u00a0dream. ”<\/p>\n
And from Chris’s voice a sweet refrain, let us hear its softened words, “for all you do. I love you!”<\/p>\n
Know at night that when I dream, I’m whole.
\nSirch Selig, “A Tale Of Love,” Dec 2010<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To borrow\u00a0from\u00a0Stevie Nicks, “Just like the white-winged dove, singing songs sounds like she’s singing, … Ooh baby, ooh baby.” See you for who you are, you are our\u00a0baby. If the purity of the soul could be measured by the goal, … Continue reading