Lost Song
By Doret67
The fire burns, the thoughts run wild. A touch, a kiss remembered, fans the flame. The warmth endures, though dreams grow cold. Longing to hold you close, I breathe your name. Where lies the dream that once lived bright? Buried 'neath the shifting sands of fate. The dream survives, still buried deep, The wind to stir the sands, I still await. A song once sung will still be heard, As memories spin out the magic spell. The story told will live again, As songs unfold and weave the tune to tell. Written June 1st, 2001 © on Aug 29 2001 03:30 PM PST 0 • 8
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"The fire burns, the thoughts run wild...."