 Sometimes its hard to find my thoughts,
Searching through a forest without trees.
For my eyes are often beyond your own,
And you can only guess what a dreamer sees.
Music, ah there’s life, and I live in song.
And although poetry moves sightless,
Through inner walls, I find my vision,
And in your eyes, I see my inspiration.
Sometimes I look away from dreams, from you,
Afraid of what I might find in your eyes,
A reflection of myself, Another searching child.
I’ve been so often hurt giving up,
Growing up......saying good-bye.
But dreamers never forget
The loves they’ve known,
And although we’re far apart,
You’ll never be alone.
I may be closer than you know,
And I find it hard to let you go.
©2000 By Sherry Gardner
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