a gentle breeze...cross my face drying my tears

stuck

with memories of you

dreant for the first time ever

of forever

with you standing at the end of my journey

and I am in white mesh or linen

my sister is singing kissing you opera~tic

it hasn't even been a year yet or has it?

You've never invaded my dreams

always soft and sweet

when in reality we be rough in love

I laugh at the thought once a dream turned to a day

and when asked to speak now or forever hold the peace

we had to e~lope

we set that church house on fire

left people smouldering in our smoke and ashes

I cry sometimes with smiles on my lips

when we be, we was so rough in love

so blind I couldn't see ~ we didn't trust in love

we be so busy being you and me and not you and me

you bring a gentle soft breeze to me with tears stuck to my face and my lips

sometime smiling of you

and thoughts of you dreaming and dreamt in days of sun

mind racing to run to you

smash into you

and it hasn't even been a year yet or has it?