Letters to Luthien

Letters to My Future Bride

I Miss You Most At Christmas

Christ-miss

“The fire is burning the room’s all aglow
Outside the December wind blows
Away in the distance the carolers sing in the snow
Everybody’s laughing, the world is celebrating
And everyone’s so happy
Except for me tonight
Because…

I miss you most at Christmas time
And I can’t get you
Get you off my mind
Every other season comes along
And I’m all right
But then I miss you
Most at Christmas time

I gaze out the window this cold winters’ night
At all of the twinkling lights
Alone in the darkness
Remembering when you were mine
Everybody’s smiling
The whole world is rejoicing
And everyone’s embracing
Except for you and I

In the springtime those memories start to fade
With the April rain through the summer days
Till Autumn’s leaves are gone
I get by without you
Till the snow begins to fall
And then…

I miss you most at Christmas time
And I can’t get you
Get you off my mind
Every other season comes along
And I’m all right
But then I miss you
Most at Christmas time.”

Mariah Carey

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December 23, 2012 Posted by | Holidays, Songs | Leave a comment

All My Tomorrows

“Today I may not have a thing at all
Except for just a dream or two
But I’ve got lots of plans for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you

Right now it may not seem like spring at all
We’re drifting and the laughs are few
But I’ve got rainbows planned for tomorrow
And all my tomorrows belong to you

No one knows better than I
That luck keeps passing me by that’s fate
But with you there at my side
I’ll soon be turning the tide just wait

As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all
It’s you that I’ll be clinging to
And all the dreams I dream, beg or borrow
On some bright tomorrow they’ll all come true

And all my bright tomorrows belong to you
As long as I’ve got arms that cling at all
It’s you that I’ll be clinging to
And all the dreams I dream, beg or borrow
On some bright tomorrow they’ll all come true
And all my bright tomorrows belong to you.”

Frank Sinatra

November 17, 2012 Posted by | Songs | Leave a comment

Here Without You

“A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don’t think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I’m dreaming of your face

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams
And tonight it’s only you and me, yeah

Everything I know and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love
And when the last one falls, when it’s all said and done
It gets hard but it won’t take away my love, whoa

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time

I’m here without you baby
But you’re still with me in my dreams
And tonight girl it’s only you and me.”

– 3 Doors Down

August 23, 2012 Posted by | Loneliness, Songs | Leave a comment

Forever Yours

“Fare thee well, little broken heart
Downcast eyes; lifetime loneliness
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone

Constant longing for the perfect soul
Unwashed scenery forever gone
Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone

No love left in me no eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come so I’ll be forever yours

Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone

No love left in me no eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come so I’ll be forever yours

No love left in me no eyes to see the heaven beside me
My time is yet to come so I’ll be forever yours

Whatever walks in my heart will walk alone
Whatever walks in my heart…”

Nightwish

August 14, 2012 Posted by | Loneliness, Songs | Leave a comment

In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

“In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never ever think of counting sheep

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You’d be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That’s the time you miss her most of all.”

– Frank Sinatra, “In The Wee Small Hours

July 29, 2012 Posted by | Nights Like These, Songs | Leave a comment

She

“She
May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years

Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh……

She.”

– Elvis Costello, “She

July 9, 2012 Posted by | Songs | Leave a comment

Drift Off To Dream

As I sit here surrounded by people and lights
Alone with my drink at the bar
You’ve been here forever, so clear in my mind
I just don’t know where you are
I know I’ll find you but girl ’til I do
This is my love song for you 

Let’s hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You’ll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we’ll dance to the radio, right up ’til dawn
‘Til you drift off to dream in my arms 

You might be hundreds or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But there’ll be a hunger deep in your eyes
That I’ll recognize when we meet
It might take hours or it might take years
But this is the song you will hear 

Let’s hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You’ll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we’ll dance to the radio, right up ’til dawn
‘Til you drift off to dream in my arms.

– Travis Tritt

July 2, 2012 Posted by | Songs | Leave a comment

In Anticipation of…Driving

“What a day you had today
It took your smile away
I think we ought to get away
Let’s run away

Take me out under the sky
Counting diamonds all through the night
And the moon in the morning light
Out under the sky

And it can happen any day
Everything goes astray
But the starts do us okay
Let’s run away…”

Dear Darling,

It’s getting hot early this year. I don’t care so much for the sweltering summer afternoons.

But aren’t summer nights amazing? I was driving home on one of them tonight. It seemed like every field I passed was a picture unto itself. Something about the golden sunlight repaints the landscape for us, the same way snow or fog does. It’s a comfortable kind of warm, even drowsy; passed the peak of midday heat, drifting into the edge of evening.

Nights like these were meant for more. They were built for you and me to go driving — for putting on happy, upbeat songs and rolling the windows down. For you to kick off your shoes, maybe even hang your pretty little painted toes out the window if you’re into that. They were made to put the sun roof back and let the wind play havoc with your hair.

They were made for warm, gentle love songs as the sun sets and the stars slowly come out to shine.

I can’t wait to spend these evenings with you. I can’t wait to take you down all the country roads I know…the back roads where few people drive, past rolling farms and pastures, down by old churches and towering trees. by gentle streams where the deer come out to graze. I can’t wait to take you down by the river, to explore new byways even I haven’t traveled yet.

I like driving together. It makes us each other’s captive audience, where we can watch the passing scenery, and either relax and be content to just be, or to talk about the deepest of subjects. I so look forward to the times when we actually can find our own places to go alone, to get out and walk together, to go camping and stargazing, or have a private picnic and watch the sun set, to relax and unwind and hold each other under the moonlight…..to make all the songs come true.

We’ve got a lot of driving ahead of us. Vacations. Business trips. Visiting relatives. Quick jaunts down to disaster-stricken areas. (Oh yes, I’ve often thought it would be awesome to coordinate a posse of volunteer workers, with dump trucks, bulldozers and other construction equipment that can just roll into a town and start cleaning up like nobody’s business when tornadoes or other natural disasters ravage whole cities.)

I have to warn you, I’m not so good on long car trips. I get restless and have to stop and stretch my legs. I’m not keen on the idea of big long coast-to-coast roadtrips. But if you’re with me, I daresay it will be almost tolerable. We can go out to Yellowstone and hike through the back country taking pictures and spotting wildlife. We can drive up the coast and see the legendary cliffs and lighthouses of New England. We can cruise down to Florida and smell the sweet perfumed air of orange blossoms. (Oh Darling, have you ever smelled that in early spring? I have. One whiff is pure, dizzying paradise.) We can drive all the way across the flat plains of Kansas and the deserts of Nevada and explore California together. We could drive through the wilds of Oregon and visit rainy Seattle. I’ve always wanted to drive that legendary Pacific Coastal Highway.

I could do all those things now you know. I mean, as time permits, I could pull those kinds of vacations as some kind of home-boy road trip. My gosh, I could do almost anything I’ve written about for the past seven months by myself if I wanted! The moments I describe are just my foolish, prosaic descriptions of the same ordinary, every day moments any one of us could pursue independently if we wanted.

The only thing missing is you.

What’s it worth alone? We’ve got a whole life to start on, and I can’t even find the starting line.

Ah, well now, don’t fret. We’ll get there, you and me. We’re storing up all these memories to cut loose when we do. We’re just waiting to be amazing, even in the mundane. In the meantime, hang in there and keep smiling. If loneliness hurts you as bad as it hurts me, maybe it’s just best not to let them all know.

I love you, and always will.

-Beren

“When all is said and done
Darlin’ we are the only ones
There’s only you and I
Out under the sky.”
Heart 

May 27, 2012 Posted by | Anticipation, Nights Like These, Songs | 1 Comment

The Same Moon

“If you choose a time, I’ll catch the moon
I’ll see you there
From wherever I am, wherever you are
We’ll find somewhere.
I see the same stars in the same sky
Shining down on you,
I’ll be looking up from wherever I am
And it’s you I’ll see if you’re looking too.

There’ll be days that’ll seem much longer,
Some nights will seem so cold,
And it’s gotta come soon – please don’t be too long,
Don’t be too long.

If you choose a time, we can catch the moon
I’ll see you there
Whenever it is, from wherever you are
oh we’ll find, yes we’ll find somewhere.
Are you looking at the same moon?”

Phil Collins

May 24, 2012 Posted by | Songs | Leave a comment

Alone You Breathe

“You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you’d wait for me
Have you from your dream awakened
And from where you are what do you see

Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe

You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rain swept night you just let go

You’re thrown it all away
And now we’ll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be

In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life. …”

Savatage, Alone You Breathe

May 9, 2012 Posted by | Songs | Leave a comment