slowing the hands of time
...slow the hands,
the hands
of time
...sink...sink
the stirs of the
the pines
in the wind
of change...
...hide the dreams
the lustful
imagination
in the breath
of dewdrops in
the night
...greeting in
another dawn
blushing of
scarlet red
the cheek
against the pillow
trying to hold fast
to
the dream
last night
...and to kiss softly
the roses'
petals
telling the morning
birds to sing
the songs of love...
...to wait for
the night
of dreams...
