Your heart, but never your eyes
Your soul, but never your smile
Your dreams, but never your hands?
In love with a dream? No, more.
Tangibly untouched, yet felt
More deeply than the heat of
A sweltering summer day.
Passion burns away the miles
Melting the years and the pain
Of love lost; rekindling
The dreams of bright-eyed wonder.
Awake from slumber, my child!
The merry-go-round's mended
And your playmates - Hope, Faith, Joy
And Charity - are calling.
(© Copyright 2001 by Joe O'Grady)
Dust in the Wind
Kansas
