Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?... — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light. — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.... — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again... — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
...A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith, However wrought, if unsustained by passion. — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony,… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Christmas is a time of little time. How we get there is a mystery. Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb Into fields of sunlit harmony.… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
Sixty years is cause enough to sing In celebration of a gentle life! To the mother and the wife, Taking pleasure in what love… — Nick Gordon Copy Share Image
