The wind winds webs around my heart, calling
of long agos
and things I cannot tell.
The betweens of you and me still
soft on my tongue.
………….Carol
The wind winds webs around my heart, calling
of long agos
and things I cannot tell.
The betweens of you and me still
soft on my tongue.
………….Carol
Years turn into melodies
dancing dreams that once I held close.
Subjective sentences tell me
they never happened.
All is new, as if
it never was.