Comments about Jean Franse
In youth I dreamed of Camelot and knew my life would be
a search for just one hero who would come and rescue me.
A knight in shining
armor, a man of chivalry
whose lifelong quest
would be a find a
princess to set free.
But now in age I look
around and Camelot is gone;
no most and castle standing her and I am still alone.
And I remain a prisoner of unfulfilled desire,
still hoping for someone to light the unextinguished fire.
I look to the horizon; a setting sun I see,
but out there,
riding on the wind,