Stolen Moments is about separation and absence. The longing one feels when the one you love is far away, an emptiness that’s hard to define.
This week's prose, August, is about taking the time to listen, watch, touch, hold, find and look, during an isolated summer’s month long ago.
Fredrick Brooks - Vocals/Acoustic Guitar/Bass/Harmonica/Keys
Joy Brooks - Harmonies
Jeff Brackett - Slide Guitar
Chris Pezzarello - Drums/Percussion
Mixed/Mastered by Fredrick Brooks
Recorded at Hillcrest Studio
Art by Joy Brooks
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STOLEN MOMENTS
I am broken
It is winter
When will I see you again
For love is frozen
Inside this season
It blinds the heart steals the faith
I cannot take this
Time is fading
Will stolen moments keep love safe
For there is wisdom
In love’s flower
As it opens wide on each new day
I am broken
It is winter
When will I see you again
© Fredrick Brooks
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AUGUST
Listen
to the waves
The rhythm of the rain
Watch
the sunlight
Dissolve into shadow
Touch
your lover’s heart
As you cross the river
Hold
the heavens
In the palm of your hand
Find
the August star
That crossed the summer’s night sky
Look
for the soul
That left for the fields of knowing
© Fredrick Brooks