A small flower closed tightly
against the darkness.
Your hand reached out for me,
and brought sunlight to my life.
Standing on the mountian top,
feeling free as a bird,
viewing all from above.
It's your love that has set me free.
A fire left to burn alone
on this damp, wind swept shore.
Hot embers becoming cold ashes.
When you took your love away.
Petals laying on the ground.
Feathers drifting in the wind.
Ashes blowing across the sand.
Your hand slips from mine.