Tuesday, April 19, 2005

And the River Flows on

The river flows on and on
Not knowing what it claimed
Unlike the bubbles that had blown
The dreams - they still lay chained

But it rained on the cold night
Never a drop fell from the sky
But for the tears we could not fight
Keep the dreams, they never die

Muttering something never clear
Ripples formed and ripples died
Flushed along the raging river
But never could move the dreams chained

For now the rain had ceased
The sky is dark and the hearts heavy
From above three stars smiled and said
Keep the dreams they never had died

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dont know where have you hidden all the passion when 'in person'.
Quite Beautiful!