Somewhere you dream

Somewhere you dream of happy times,
Of laughter rippling on the wind,
And friendship's kiss, as sweet as wine
Poured out with love's own tenderness;
But shall these dreams bring warmth to you
As Autumn frost draws ever nearer,
And keep the fire within your heart
As winter's chill grows ever clearer?

Broken wings

You have forgotten how to fly, 

And I, so far away, cannot break

The coming fall: though for your sake,

I would sooner fall myself than see you

Toppling from the heights you once had found.

Down, down, like a wishing star you fall;

And, calling, land upon the leaden ground,

A lame and humbled thing, 

Your broken wings surrounding you

As the woods cry out my name.