I think I am beyond dreams - I have left it too late;
In fact I'm not sure I ever had any - I was too busy dealing with life
As it was.
...
We missed each other's Springtime
because we were elsewhere.
Then Summer came, and left again
and still you were not there.
...
We have, both of us, grown old
And our beauty now
is reflected
from within
...
Emptiness.
How deep the well that plummets
into nothingness.
How bitter the soft tears I cry
...
The silent glow flickers on your face
and is mirrored in your eyes.
...
Beneath your dying, splintered boughs
'Midst rocks the horses graze,
Your broken, withered limbs give not
A hint of earlier days,
...
We are never apart as long
as I have memories of you
And you of me:
...
They disappear more quickly in the
colder, barren climes
Where snow falls steadily and
covers them:
...
We live our lives
in the company of strangers:
How little we know of the hearts
...