...And there are those
memoirs of a rain-soaked leaf
in a world where
the last of the drops
fell
without a goodbye
Failure to hold on
and a choice to let go
there's no way to see the light
in the absence
of black skies
Nostalgia it seems
a song to get through the night
Cloud-swept moon
and the crescent
fades
without a teardrop
of a hope's dream
Fires on the edge
and the wind's embrace
is another despair in the
cold...