Comments about Sylvia Leigh
The gentlest breeze of morning
Hums her soft refrain
Sheer curtains dance and frolic
Around my window pane.
Ocean waves, they billow out
An even louder tune....
Of times gone by and moments past
In our sweet summer's June.
Carefree days of laughter
And our life here by the shore
Come rushing back like wind and wave,
Although exists no more.
Sounds of seagulls' flapping wings,
Lifting their prey from the sea,
Sing echoes of fate and innocence
Since Death took you from me.
But, ah, such comfort fills my soul
Each time I dream...