Your mind games have
left scars on the soul
bestowed them there as a prelude
to low as one can go
Shine won't shine
and words fail to rhyme
passion has died without a whimper
gone is the time
that others were kind
their smile now made up from simper
Cold season comes to replace the mad
leaves have left upon the ground their sad
as frost today has replaced the morning dew
Soon the snow will fall
and remembrance will recall
blizzards that have left your memory askew
And the days and nights to follow
will chagrin the dreams so hollow
for love dreams of contrasting melodies
so often haunt the heart with innocence and remembrance
of a distant time of yesterdays... and tomorrow's
Copyright ©1999-2001 Dennis Hicks