Passing dreams of the night
Some vanish with the dawn
Others, like the light
They're the ones that linger on

Fragments remain, pieces of me
Scattered little memories
Some take flight and never let down
Others, like to ride me around

A living witness to it all
The power to hold on, to last
Knowing no living thing
Can ever break that grasp

Roots run deep
They stretch out wide
Attached head to foot and side to side
Loves earned hard, thoughts built to last
Now waking dreams
Dreams that pass

Solitude's a lifelong friend
With age has grown quite wise
A frequent flyer flying free
In the space behind my eyes

I'm so far gone
From the dreams of my past
Searching for myself
In the next one to pass

05/14/2005