Gonna wish upon this river
when its stream is draggin' slow,
Gonna let love come to surface
on these dreams that overflow,
Gonna fly above tomorrow
on the wake of what I know.
Gonna wade within the rhythm
of a song once sung alone,
Gonna ride that tune unwinding
if the sunshine never shows.
Thoughts of autumn winds now blister
in the soul of summer's past,
Sailing through a season hoping
yet love's current never lasts.
7-30-08
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