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Dreams Run Dry

 

It was the peak of the summertime

At the gathering of the tribes

I met you in the dark of night

Among seekers of the light

 

The noble gypsy queen

Sharing the colors of your dreams

Showering love on everyone

Passing out smiles in the sun

 

Your long hair streaming in the wind

The sunlight glistened on your skin

Standing still by the riverside

I saw the child right in your eyes

 

Right there when the music played

The firelight danced upon your face

Reflecting the warmth within our hearts

A sacred circle beneath the stars

 

Weaving magic deep into the night

A healing that our souls invite

Raising our voices up to the sky

A song to make the angels cry

 

Your long hair streaming in the wind

The sunlight glistened on your skin

Standing silent by the riverside

I saw the child right in your eyes

 

With no garden left to tend

   Could you have known it was near the end

Sometimes I hear you on the breeze

Whispering now you’re truly free

With nothing to defend

Had you a message to send

Faced with rough and stormy times

One too many a mountain to climb

Is this what you did intend

With hands willing to extend

To rise above one's tragedy

Was not to be your victory

With not reason to pretend

The wounds never soon to mend

To have from from battered shores

You would have found there's so much more

 

Laughing in the mid day sun

Like wild children having fun

Feeling open and so free

Something inside you I didn’t see

 

As I stood shaking in the wind

I let all of your warmth soak in

Basking in the water rushing by

How could you let your dreams run dry

 

Your long hair streaming in the wind

The sunlight glistened on your skin

Standing naked by the riverside

I saw the child right in your eyes

 

Why did you cast us all aside

You didn’t stop to say good-bye

How could you throw it all away

You couldn’t take another day

Why would you let this gift pass by

Didn’t you know the answers were there inside

Now I’m just left here wondering why

How you could let your dreams run dry

 

© 2016 Rich Stillwell
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