saxon blogs

 A once warm and loving heart filled with  music

Slowly goes hard, silent, dark and cold to the touch

Back to another time long ago, emotionally unmoved

Content to never feel a  warm kind touch again

Letting the sound of love slowly fade and die 

 I may come to you when you’re deep in thought

or sneak into your late night dreams when asleep

I’m your fantasy drifting in and out of your mind

always loving and always kind

I’m not something that can be touched or felt

just a image an idea in your mind that you

sometimes drift off in and think about. 

I long to be touched, to feel what you feel see

what you see rather than being just what I am,

an idea that occupies your mind from time to time,

just your fantasy