And Quiet Rose The Dawn

You and me, the summer spring gurgling on,

Rising crashing on the rocks, carving dreams,

Carrying us into the land of the quiet Don,

Of love, lost and found amongst frozen streams.

Old pages, an older story, alive

With our tears, held back between us no more,

Brimming eyes, lost in your dark pools of light,

Stolen moments we'd never craved before.

Now the tears are gone, leaving cold hard eyes

To look for the pages we read that day,

Though the words are same, their soul is gone

With the part of me I let go on the way.

The spring flows no more where we used to sit,

It must have changed its course, like you and me,

But the pebbles lie strewn where we left them,

Reminding us of a past that has ceased to be.

Shine On...

Sunshine, do you remember that time,

That smile on your lips, the twinkle in your eyes,

Lighting up hopes in the lives you touched,

Like an enchanted star across the skies.

Twisted fate and a little slip, snatch you

From the depths of the waves of carefree bliss,

Stranded, with a gathering storm clouding your thoughts,

Worried lines, pondering what you might miss.

I watch, helpless, from my distant perch,

Straining at these chains of habit around me,

Picking my cluttered mind for a way,

Anything i could do to set you free.

You are hurting, but the tears are mine,

So hold on sunshine, let the storm pass on by,

Cause every twilight promises a sunrise,

Every nadir is a prelude to a high.