someone's in the kitchen singing soft and low
I can smell an apple pie it's cooling on the window sill
words so beautiful sung by an angel
I can feel her warm embrace.
our living room is quiet now
the kids have grown and moved away
but the memories of little voices still keep me awake at night
I still listen to what they have to say.
when I close my eyes I can taste that apple pie
I can see her standing in front of the sink
singing Hallelujah as she washes pots and pans
halleluiah through the night.
I've been behind this plow all day long
chopping wood and feeding hogs
remembering how she always made me smile.
the tears fall down like summer rain
and sometimes I feel I just can't stand the pain
but here memory is all I left to live with so I keep on going
to see her each new day.
one foot in front of the other
one day at a time
this old farm would fall apart without me
so I wipe the tears and dust off my hat
and follow that plow one row at a time.
I can still smell that apple pie
cooling on the window sill
and she still makes me smile
hallelujah through the night.
touch my words with your heart
there's a fire burning
desire in flame
lonely calls the warm ember’s name.
clearly a trick of the mind
gently laid to rest
one time mistakenly answers
another time dreams of flesh
still these words reach out
waiting on hearts to call.
My eyes are open
As my limbs lay still
Creating the story of her love
Blessings that come from up above
Fill the pages of my life.
The stroke of my pen forever makes her mine
Inside I see the words that are spoken
Another day another time.
Pictures of the moon hanging in the sky
Portraits in the window
Voices asking questions
The cradle’s in the mire.
Have you seen the setting sun
The ocean is its home
Forty leagues beneath sea
The ospreys are coming home.
Painted stories pass thru time
Water color memories fill my mind
Pillars of salt in the sand.
All that is gold
All that is pleasing to the eye
Passes without notice
Never leaving but hiding deep inside.
Patients in the window waiting for its time
Silver dollar dreams and illusions wait behind
Alive inside a glass of wine
The teller speaks of adventurous lies
One taker at a time.
The crow has come to call
Three crosses on the hill
Life ever after given for one
And just for a moment time stood still.
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in Florida.