As a wave break losing pattern with the changing of a tide
withered flower drooping sadly all her petals try to hide
with the startled summer season paying tribute to the sun
taking many sleepy moments as she turns around to run
never knowing what she'll meet... petals falling at her feet
passing over sweeping meadow laying down upon a dell
seeing faces peering downward that she knows only too well
dreams of all those that surround her swooning blissful on the plains
wishing she could be amongst them yet the sadness still remains
for the pain it must subside... as she turns again to hide
peering thr'u a glazen'd mirror that has stood the test of time
knowing halfly that the image reflects ages left behind
staring back in cold reflection is a frown that seems to be
rolling slowly with the breezes as a leaf upon a tree
will she ever come to miss... does she ever deserve this
all the others that surround her shield the rays that seem to glare
in the ire of sad compassion all the grief she cannot bear
spirit ebbing back and forward as the turning of the tides
trying harder with disguises for the suffering she hides
can there ever be an end... to the petals that descend
now the sunripe season flutters as the one she knew before
favour takes her hand and beckons knocking gently at her door
time is changing with the shadow falling on the old sun dial
seeing others she remembers winning thr'u a pleasant smile
will it ever be the same... going slowly is the pain
falling tears they form a river flowing off into the seas
for the weeping is a sparkle gladdened by the new release
lifting up she slowly rises catching rays upon her brow
glowing joyful with occasion as a star only knows how
petals sweeping 'cross the floor... she is beautiful once more...
Saturday, June 16, 2007
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