Woods pix

Pix from Lauterbach Park near Bartonville, before the rains came. Here are lyrics to a song that has been popping into my head on occasion lately:

"Thought You'd Be Here" by Wes King

We thought you'd be here by now

Your mother and I

We're praying through our tears that somehow

We might hear your sweet cry

Have we waited too long

It's getting harder to be strong

Is there something we've done wrong?

But if you like dancing

I'll make it rain rhythm, and rhyme, and melodies, child

And if you like dreaming

Your mother will make your imagination run wild

Somehow,

We thought you'd be here by now

We have a room just for you upstairs

It's right down the hall

So we'll be close should you ever get scared

We'll come when you call

It's a room full of stories

Waiting to be told

Longing to behold

And if you like laughing

I'll paint you a circus of smiles and ferris wheels, dear

And if you like living

Your mother will fly you to worlds both far and near

Somehow...

I never knew the silence could make me so deaf

I never knew that I could miss someone I've never met

Miss someone I haven't met, yet

We'll be waiting