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?
Friday, August 5, 2011
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 youAs the woods cry out my name.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 12:54 AM