One day, I would like to be remembered as being just as good as Poe! High hopes I know... but then, if we didn't dream big, we wouldn't be poets! *wink* |
In summer fields of grassy hills
Where flowers bloom and sparrows trill...
Sitting there upon your throne,
Under breath you speak your woe...
Yesterday's gone in a cloud of dreams-
Though I know not where it went...
I had a dream that you were here,
bathed in morning light...
She slipped through the night,
A phantom of life...
You sit there and look back on your life...
You laugh despite the bitter sorrows, buried deep...
When Eve had led her lord away,
And Cain had killed his brother...
She slipped through the night,
A phantom of life...
I had a dream that you were here,
bathed in morning light...
Yesterday's gone in a cloud of dreams-
Though I know not where it went...
What sweet dreams through laughter's ties- |
Life is full of decisions. Even if you decided NOT to decide, you have already made a decision. Consider well. |