| House In The Country ~ White picket fence in great decay, there were no children at play... gate ever so delicatly hanging from a single worn hinge chipped peeling paint amongst a labrinth of weeds cool breeze riffling up golden red colored maple leaves of fall it is my heart I here call ~ My mind ever so lost to this dream, and all that it means fall my favorite time of year I can see you here a ghost among the trees the only one my heart sees as old as it seems it was only yesterdays dream now I see you standing by the stream how I feel my heart dose scream lost within a twisted mire your love, our life was all my fire my one and only true desire ~ Rain © cls |