by Ruthie Lancaster

Created on: August 09, 2009

Garden Of Stone

In silence and shadow, I have come here alone
To bury my dreams in my garden of stone.

Dreams of bright moments that were frozen in time
They are memories of yours, memories of mine.

We can't try again, for now the seasons have turned.
Too late to go back, our bridges have burned.

Nothing could be saved when the wild winds came.
Everything I dreamed was lost in the flame.

But memories come over me in a sun-washed stream,
and I wrench away from the trap of the dream.

So in secret and in silence, I have come here alone.
To bury my dreams in my garden of stone.

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