My thoughts like leaves are scattered
in a mind that needs some raking
But with every breath of thought
your carried off unwaking.
And the breeze at my window
blows in memories with the storm,
too much to remember
too little being born.
Yesterday, you empty room
rift inside my reverie
unrequited lovers vault
once again my destiny.
And the breeze at my window
blows in memories with the storm
too much to remember
too little being born.
L.Paddock
