Sunday, October 08, 2006

I thought I saw you late last night
But it was just a flash of light
An angel passing
But I remember yesterday
Life before you went away
And we were laughing
We had hope and now it's broken
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
Pieces of a dream
And now I'm lost in restless nights
Just a whisper of the life
That we created
Shadows falling I am calling
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
The faded photographs
The frame of broken glass
The shattered memories
Time will soon erase
All these souvenirs
Falls from a thousand tears
But when I wake up you are never there
We had hope and now it's broken
And I could see it clearly once
When you were here with me
And now somehow all that's left are
Pieces of a dream
I am a piece of broken glass

3 comments:

che said...

somehow one's dreams are full of unexplained things that the dreamer has to unravel. it's beautiful and mystifying !

Wildrose said...

Hi :))

Nice blog :))

If you visit mine I will be happy :)

goatman said...

I'm sorry.
Even broken glass has facets of reflective beauty; and hope for a resurgent whole as meltdown and re-constitution occurs.
Peace