Summer lifts her face, complacently, to the sky,
the willing sigh of seasons turning, she returns to the dreamy sleep of the heavens...
The nostalgic scent of cinnamon, cloves and orange peels,
they haunt the hallways like the amiable ghost of memories past.
The sky is dark but the light is so bright. I wander through the empty hallways of my grandmother's house.
Shadows, like silent sentinels, stretch long on the white washed walls
Lace curtains and etched glass, like a transparent mirror My empty window, to look in on the worlds I paint on my psyche.

Rosy cheeks and blue eyed giggles fill the wooded fields
as the crimson pixies play in the leafy rain of reminding.
Crystalline laughter, like the effervescent bubbles in the apple cider
they fly to the ceiling to walk among the cracks and cobwebs.
A road to the secret place: hand and hand, step by step, through the orchards,
the amorous glances among the autumn leaves and hints of winter's wind.
The blue wool shawl, like the sky, and the rain that falls like the stars.
Its cold here, but it doesn't matter to me, it's not the hints of snow I see.
Please... I'll smile for you so you'll smile for me...
Please... I'll shine for you like you shine for me...

Walk away from the window, the rain patters against the glass.
The sky is weeping, and I am so tired.
It's dark outside, but the light is so bright.
Painted the roses blue with the water colors of the tears,
In their eyes I see yours, deep blue and obscure in the winds of antiquity,
I can't see the answers I seek there.
It's not the pain that makes me cry, but the silent wishes and unspoken words... Questions... Questions...
The dreams, like misted vapor, they burn away too quickly in the dawn.
Must we tread upon the thorns of reality? Are dreams just silken curtains
that veil the truths we don't want to see?
The dreams, they fade... Like the hues of the fabric that is my reverie.
The thread unravel too easily under the harsh wear of my lonely steps.

Walking on the wooded road, through the autumn leaves and the winter rain,
To the secret place: one shadow, all alone.
Only the angels know, that for every one there are a secret two.
And the sky weeps, and the winds blow, the mountains crumble to ash and the rivers flow.
Please... I'll smile for you so you'll smile for me...
And please...
let me shine for you like you shine for me...

It's cold and dark here... But you make it so bright...

Written by: Heather
Date: 9-25-99
Written for: Chris Jones