Fairytales from Pixieland

"Shine on me, sunshine.  Rain on me, rain.  Fall softly, dewdrops.  And cool my brow again.  Storm, blow me from here.  With your fiercest wind.  Let me float across the sky. 'Til I can rest again.  Fall gently, snowflakes.  Cover me with white, cold icy kisses and let me rest tonight" Maya Angelou. xxx Reading this while listening to " Swimming Home " by Evanescence, a hauntingly beautiful song, that it turns out is actually about death.  To describe it in one word, is simply and truly- Beautiful. I have only ever experienced a very small number, very, very few things in life, that described in one word are just that-  Beautiful . In her last tweet on Friday, she said- "Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God." What an amazing and inspiring woman. RIP Dr. Maya Angelou  

Things were said, things were done, Without a second thought, you cast that stone, Sinking deeper Not trying to swim, Not giving up, Not giving in. Can't go forward, Can't stop, turnaround, Welcome to the dark parts, Now that you're underground. You hit the bottle, And the truth comes out, Speaking your mind, Leaving no room for doubt. All of you fears, Ghosts from the past, Can't get away from them, You're in their grasp. I retreated, I pulled back, I'm not about to, Get caught up in that. Can't go forward, Can't stop, turnaround, Welcome to the dark parts, Now that you're underground. I keep my distance, Guard my heart, You may never make it in, To the deepest parts. Skeletons in the closet, Don't open that door, Bones will spill out, All over the floor. Hush keep quiet, The Reaper's on his way, If he slips on by, You'll live another day. Can't go forward, Can't stop, tur