Last days of torturous summer,
Drifting past my greatful mind.
Those long sought words appear,
In the grace of the autumn leaves.
I let my hope subside in peace,
When all I see chokes my heart.
But always echoes in my soul,
The words that did forsake with love.
Just one small voice opened my eyes,
A silver shadow of that sorrow.
Waking dreams I'd always dreamt,
To see you here forever.
Morgan - 08/09/04