Treasures lost our souls left to cry,
Golden tears fall down the sigh.
The feelings sway with the wind.
Blown away to return not again.
The fluttering lashes of my eye,
Turn from the emerald ashes that fly.
Born up to the clouds of yesterdays dreams,
The trampled petals that've withered and died.
Harmony fades as my shallow breath slows.
In the end no one knows!

© Crystal Erickson 4/15/08