, , , , , , , , ,

when all I’ve left
is wishes –
a breath of sweeter days
the memory of a star
now burned away
when life is slipped
beyond the reach
of all I cared to dream
will find you there –
a song I dared
to sing
as daylight fades
to sapphire –
hands are folded so
when the earth is hard
every kiss is cold
a whisper
of remember me
shall rest beyond the pines
to fall as dew
each morning –
as snow
come wintertime

. . .