fanning the little flames, of wild fires that, took me so, much by surprise.
Do you ever wonder, where your dreams go, after they've ran away.
Why they linger, for such a little while, then fade with the, light of day.
What memories do they steal, as they revel in your mind, do they light the fires, of the heavens you knew, or distort them, like the passing of time.
By Donald L Holmes
