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.