Messages and Memories

Listening to our song, slow dancing here with my guitar,
My heart beat quickens when I think of your embrace,
The greatest love, the sweetest words, the brightest dreams, and there you are,
Within the messages and memories, upon my face;
I play my flute, the one you gave me, with “Our Love Will Find A Way,”
And for a Navajo from Texas at my house,
While sipping exquisite tequila, in a shrinking world, its truth may save me,
From the messages and memories, of a future spouse;
Your raging voice, your angry words, don’t make the things you scream out truer,
You were wrong, completely wrong, when accusing me,
You can control a conversation, but you can’t control the truth,
Contained in messages and memories, your spirit sees;
The shifting faces, the hidden places, distract your mind, through growing blindness,
You go along, but don’t remember anything,
You change your tune, to fit the moon, and switch to blaming me, from kindness,
But from the messages and memories, our love will spring,
You change your tune, to fit the moon, and switch to blaming me, from kindness,
But from the messages and memories, our love will spring.