Falling in a Dream

Death of Sir Drummond

Her smile seems endless
her eyes the deepest shade of blue
her skins as soft as the elder flower
my heart races when she speaks
to kiss her upon her lips so red
then to remain there with her
as the morning whisper
ascends Into It's nightsong
would be a shroud of warmth
as I stand here so cold
against these winds of time
gently she Is blowing over me
she Is a dream I had
when I was too young to know desire
she was a silent wish
when I was too old to regain my youth
she Is these memories that fade with me
as I walk with remorse
beside my own reflection

She was there with me
when the angels gathered around me
as I lay so contently, within my last dream of her
and there we danced under a moon so full
the air It's smell of autumn
Running through the tall grass
she asks me to stay here with her . . . forever
I say always my love
then the warm rains fall from heaven
then over a hillside
somewhere In scotland
and angels sent to guard a dreamer
take home the soul, of Sir Drummond

Yours to find 5-4-00

I can see a storm In the distance
It's raining far away
still closer to you than I

The smile I wear turns slowly to a frown
then back again, as I stumble through my thoughts
to find that perfect one of you

The salt air does arouse this desire
to wash ashore again
on a night when the moon hangs
just above the horizon
as red as the fire In your eyes

As I still hang In the balance, of loving you
or washing away with the tide

As the shells you once went In search of
alone again . . . I am yours to find