Dreams That No Longer Come

Sitting by my winter window Studying a cold rain Beating on my window pane I vigilantly watched each drop Gathering at the bottom Before rolling away Looking past The cold wet forest I gazed to a long ago place Where I could still see you Waiting for me To come home My thoughts Are no longer here They are in a distant land Someplace where they can No longer be touched A place where dreams begin And you are always Waiting for me There was a time I believed in dreams And songs And love But those days have turned Into a wintry rain A rain that stings Hard on my cheeks A rain that rolls Down my face Before falling harshly On a winter ground And dies