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Written in 2003. |
Whispers of a soft summer's rain Dance wildly on the edge of my dreams. Soulful melodies echo across the sweeping plains Ringing out among the rocks and rills that cover the earth. Time standing by, ever watchful, waiting for something Coming soon and swift as light. Rushing rivers, flowing streams Rare to find the unbroken dreams In a world torn by hate and sorrows filled Where words sting and tears are spilled. Time standing by, ever silent, waiting in patience For something comes on silver wings. Put a smile in my heart and a song in my mind This ever-present stillness surrounding my soul Will sing evermore of troubles untold Stirring feelings of what, I ponder it long. Time standing by, ever doubtful, waiting in silence For something is coming in dawn's first light. Something, something, what can this be? A nightingale calling sweet songs in the night? A dream soaring high above the stars? Perhaps a spirit of something unclean Or is it my heart, returning to me? Long shall I wonder until it arrives. Something, something, invading my mind Calling my heart, my existence and time Can it be, oh my soul can it be An echo of love on a warm summer's breeze? Hopeful in heart, body and mind- Long shall I wonder, for the rest of my life. |