Sierra Boggess performs Love Never Dies from the ALW musical sequel to Phantom. My message of the day for Valentine's enthusiasts everywhere.
Prologue:
Ten years after the events at the Paris Opera, The Phantom, the creator and owner of Phantasma (Coney Island) is tortured by the absence of Christine and longs to hear her again ("Til I Hear You Sing"). He sends her an invite to Coney Island to make her American Debut. She accepts without knowing the sender and comes with her husband Raoul (Vicount de Chagny) and her son (Gustave).
If I could be anywhere in the world tonight....it would be somewhere like this. Hearing music like this.
Nothing says Valentine's day like red wine and roses, dark chocolates, the smell of garlic cooking in butter, and fine music. A moonlit lake is lagniappe.
After receiving his text, I called Dad last Valentine's Day. He said, "I love you Baby Doll," as I drove in Dallas traffic on 35 W. We hung up the phone and I never heard his voice again. I still have his final text to me and Ava Tanner Hebert- "Happy Valentine's Day!"
I am blessed in my life to have been so loved and to so love.
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day poems. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 14, 2011
And I Think of You
by my writer friend Bryan Hutchinson.
Happy Valentine's Day! I hadn't planned on taking a moment today to stop and catch my breath early on, but after reading this I was so impressed with Bryan's work that I had to post. Amazing job!

Turn down a road… with nowhere to go. There is an absence of direction… be it fast or be it slow.
When off in the distance… the waters ripple east. The majesty of Granger… creates a visual feast.
So I pull to the side… and I exit the door. ...I climb the steep bank… and travel to the shore.
And I think about you.
Overlooking the waters… no humanistic sound can I hear. So I stop to ponder life… with no hesitation and no fear.
The wind rips violently… through the mighty tree tops. The water ravishes the banks… flowing right over the rocks.
The fowl fight the air… trying hard to stay in flight. The moon takes its place… in the midst of days bright light.
The browner grass of winter... fights hard to just survive. Yet in this moment down deep inside… I am reminded that I truly am alive.
And I think of you.
The adventures we have shared… be them short or be them long. The feeling of a slow dance… and the memory of a song.
The images of childhood… before the days we share. Frolicking in the freedom… when life had not a care.
The pains that have drawn us together… and the pains that have torn us apart. The love that flourishes deep within… the promise of a daily fresh start.
It’s seems as life chases me daily… with the immense power of a train. But here in this quiet moment… sweeter memories come into my brain.
And I think of you.
The touch of your palm… under my finger’s print. The perfection of your body… as if it were pressed in a mint.
The glow of your teeth… like the shimmer of fresh milk. The flow of your hair… like supple wave of spring’s silk.
The form of your breasts… your stomach and your hips. The glimmer of your eyes…and depth of your lips.
My mind runs wild… with anticipatory glee. And here in this wilderness I bow to my knee.
And I think of you.
The whirling wind around me… seems to disappear. And suddenly in my mind.. you are so near.
I can taste your sweet breath… and feel your gentle touch. And I wonder how one can experience… a melodious bliss like such.
The image is so brilliant… as if captured in time. As we make love… everything else seems so sublime.
There is power and passion… mixed with gentle soft hands. And the glass of moments captured… continually deposits her sands.
And I think of you.
Then in an instant… I again start to mourn. For in the near tidewaters… a fisherman blasts his horn.
As if a hypnotist snapped his fingers… your image is lost. Now I am left wondering… what could be the cost.
To gain for a second… the promise of the past. To live each and every moment… as if it be the last.
To find the missing ingredient… to this puzzle we call life. To strangle the hands of time… and put it to the knife.
And I think about you.
Happy Valentine's Day! I hadn't planned on taking a moment today to stop and catch my breath early on, but after reading this I was so impressed with Bryan's work that I had to post. Amazing job!

Turn down a road… with nowhere to go. There is an absence of direction… be it fast or be it slow.
When off in the distance… the waters ripple east. The majesty of Granger… creates a visual feast.
So I pull to the side… and I exit the door. ...I climb the steep bank… and travel to the shore.
And I think about you.
Overlooking the waters… no humanistic sound can I hear. So I stop to ponder life… with no hesitation and no fear.
The wind rips violently… through the mighty tree tops. The water ravishes the banks… flowing right over the rocks.
The fowl fight the air… trying hard to stay in flight. The moon takes its place… in the midst of days bright light.
The browner grass of winter... fights hard to just survive. Yet in this moment down deep inside… I am reminded that I truly am alive.
And I think of you.
The adventures we have shared… be them short or be them long. The feeling of a slow dance… and the memory of a song.
The images of childhood… before the days we share. Frolicking in the freedom… when life had not a care.
The pains that have drawn us together… and the pains that have torn us apart. The love that flourishes deep within… the promise of a daily fresh start.
It’s seems as life chases me daily… with the immense power of a train. But here in this quiet moment… sweeter memories come into my brain.
And I think of you.
The touch of your palm… under my finger’s print. The perfection of your body… as if it were pressed in a mint.
The glow of your teeth… like the shimmer of fresh milk. The flow of your hair… like supple wave of spring’s silk.
The form of your breasts… your stomach and your hips. The glimmer of your eyes…and depth of your lips.
My mind runs wild… with anticipatory glee. And here in this wilderness I bow to my knee.
And I think of you.
The whirling wind around me… seems to disappear. And suddenly in my mind.. you are so near.
I can taste your sweet breath… and feel your gentle touch. And I wonder how one can experience… a melodious bliss like such.
The image is so brilliant… as if captured in time. As we make love… everything else seems so sublime.
There is power and passion… mixed with gentle soft hands. And the glass of moments captured… continually deposits her sands.
And I think of you.
Then in an instant… I again start to mourn. For in the near tidewaters… a fisherman blasts his horn.
As if a hypnotist snapped his fingers… your image is lost. Now I am left wondering… what could be the cost.
To gain for a second… the promise of the past. To live each and every moment… as if it be the last.
To find the missing ingredient… to this puzzle we call life. To strangle the hands of time… and put it to the knife.
And I think about you.
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