Gentle rippling rapids on rocks
Soothing whispers beckons to drift...

There she blows......
Twitching,twisting...

'neath the willow by the star studded lake
overlooking deep mountain flickering...

Can love blossom when roots dry out
Can one nurture it back to life...

Withering world
My soul weeps...

Dance with me this last dance
for I am here by chance...

What was before, is not now
That which is, will be...

Towards the dam I will wait
Silently, patiently...

Time
alters...

Are you there among the bushes
carefree, caring less...

Lets pretend we are one
Holding hands as lovers do...

Silken grey draped with glitters
Distant light shining, flickering fireflies...