I dreamt of our house, which doesn't exist...
I'll light a candle in it and greet the dawn.
I'll feel sad by candlelight. I'll be missed.
I want you'll be near me in our house for long!

I'll walk into the garden, which doesn't exist...
I'll pick white camomiles and make a bunch.
I'll put it on the table. It'll be my feast.
Just fly into my dream! I please you much!

We'll stroll in a forest, which doesn't exist...
I'll mass there an armfull of autumn leaves.
I'll throw them into the sky. They'll be a mist.
And they'll be falling slowly under the breeze.

I dreamt of our house.  And maybe is it?
It's somewhere over the hill, green all.
The garden is so very overgrown. I'll revive it.
I'll light the candle for you to come for all.

Autumn Leaves
Float the Breeze
Like the Memories
I have of You

Autumn Leaves
Kiss the Breeze
Then I Remember
Kissing You

Where do you Go?
And why do I feel so Alone?
I said, where do you Go?
I am Alone...

Autumn Leaves
In the Breeze
Disappear as they Fly
The Sky

Autumn Leaves
Forever in the Breeze
Bring on my Tears
As I whisper Goodbye...

Where do you Go?
I hope you are not Alone
Where did you Go?
I hope you are never Alone.

© Debra Lea Ryan
25.11.2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬

Trees are letting their leaves to fall down.
Throughout the spring and summer they were together
until the breath of north split them apart.

They go in red, orange, yellow and brown.
Snow will come from the arrival of the north cold weather
making our world shine like a master's art.

We watch the colors change in our town,
but if the degrees could rise it would be much better.
Our minds hope for change and a new start.