Picture it as though it were tomorrow
Imagine the past…memories breezes
See it, touch it, through the sorrow.
We came this way but only a smattering of times
the decadent ebony night
the pleasing crisp apple toasted air
The dancing of dusk on twilight.
Tomorrow has cautioned us to the withering waters
A day from now…
New born spring
Nature’s creatures, heaven’s potters.
As memory grows
as the sod is sowed
as the help beholds
As we picture today…tomorrow.
Reflections of a sober soul to keep
And, the tears are mine to weep
the tears are mine to weep.