Let me find hope…
In the gentlest of whispers,
which stops the loudest of screams,
in the deepest of love,
where my heart can lean,
and find its way back from the darkest nights,
as I lay my mind, on the first morning light…
let me find hope.
Sometimes the ache
overwhelms your heart
On the green fields of sun
It finds solace in the shade
you were collecting summer dreams…
in a fistful of sunshine
and heart full of hope,
and now you lay,
on the cool green grass
and watch them fall
in golden hues and crimson reds
like the open sky above you,
flying gently in the autumn breeze,
I followed the stars in your eyes,
and brought them back home
to my heart.
And when you find all the little pieces,
scatter them back to the winds…
For they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers,
who find themselves in the sky.
You slip away
like a morning dream,
fading, in the bliss of sunshine,
in the forgotten meadows of fall.