Show me the sun in the east
Show leaves falling
Show me you, and I will see
The rhythms we keep
Hide, and my senses mute
Music hollow, movement stiff
Monotone my fate.
I try deny you.
Kill my heart to memory.
I succeed, you know.
Except for that whimper in my dream
That whiny voice some call hope.
Say it is not me but you.
Say tomorrow the sun glows gold
Forests green, from black
Leaves turn red
Say time is not forgotten
Say it ain’t so.
IW
There’s a bit of bitter sweetness there, Belinda. Very nicely done.
Leslie
LikeLike
Thanks Leslie.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike