I need no rose that
falls from the garden
just a star to brighten
up my eyes, and to wake
from this dream that
never dies, sleep is
wonderful...so I been
told, by the passing
cold wind that touches
my skin, making me freeze
with in, my lips want one
last dance, as my age begins
to advance, and my wisdom
grows like a seed into a tree
and I move on, and you are lost
forever at the depths of the sea
of life, these waters are deep
and many in life go lost,
forgot, like rain in the desert
just memories, of what was!