Hair dancing in the wind by Keith D Allison Sad song I sing memories do I bring no casket to find just the heat of the fire just ashes in the jar that's what I will be like Paris in the spring such a lovely dream red wine in the glass her eyes were truly green oh so long ago those flowers in the spring life had just begun the heart full of pain searching for home her hair dance in the wind the warmth of her lips Stir the heart stir the mind I'd love to write to touch the mountain for its gold no talent do I find just the emptiness my love could not hold just a passing fancy breath in the night the tears secretly they unfold Life like children born swallowed by the sea running aground the endless deserts sand no flowers no flowers Oh to hold to know the fragrance of her hair once more to look upon the sparkle of her dance so sad so sad it's but a dream just ashes in the jar 04/04/2012 Posted on 04/05/2012 Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Mo Couts on 04/05/12 at 02:28 AM Oh Keith, this is songlike and gorgeous. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)