[FONT="]As I walk these paths of endless dreams,
My shadow plays against the flowers and trees.
Mishapen images of days gone by,
Juxtaposed against, the evening sky.
As each shadow wanes, another begins,
Glowing distractions, deafening din.
But always a hope, a future there,
Let my memories follow these illusive paths,
To that precious place and where,
I will find you standing, beauty, in the open air.[/FONT]
My shadow plays against the flowers and trees.
Mishapen images of days gone by,
Juxtaposed against, the evening sky.
As each shadow wanes, another begins,
Glowing distractions, deafening din.
But always a hope, a future there,
Let my memories follow these illusive paths,
To that precious place and where,
I will find you standing, beauty, in the open air.[/FONT]