Jul 25, 2003 01:31
Sleeping winds awake
admist the sleeping flowers
and the waking dreams
My hear beat on agasint the changing season.
THe colors of the wind blown leaves.
and endless tears of joy and sweet pain
Its been too long my dear...
you still hold my fears of those passing dreams.
I will always love...
Your sweet memory
and that waking dream.
-Patrick Alois Wolf