An Ember

So many years have passed me by

and memories fade each day

An ember from a raging fire 

is all that's left today...

Sometimes I see her in my dreams

a sweet and lovely face

A crown upon her golden hair

a dress with silver lace...

I wonder if she thinks of me

when memories drop on by?

A chance reunion in a dream

a tear drop in her eye?...

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Music Sweet Escape by Paul Cardall