Where are the boundaries,
in love thoughts that grow?
Life above all else, seasons change,
And love like the star's eventually grows dim.
Wherever I have been again I will go.
Her face when in youth
was smooth, smooth as silk,
And his was as fine and
chiselled to touch, as she said.
A rose is a rose that will open
not close and the bark of a tree
Thick or thin I suppose.
Memories can change as quick as a dream, the stroke of a brush
The pictures it makes, I seek sleep.
Though the words that I write
that nobody reads, only for me
Lead down to the sea, where I wait.
What should I do, where can I go,
not to far in the past nor the
Future to know, but I do.
And futile is life unable
to reach the heavens at night,
to see a full moon,
Where woman and men
still have visions that seek.
Unable to change the small world all live in, love is blind, blind to whom seek,
Is but through life a small masterpiece.
