Sometimes there are songs sung,
sometimes dancing in the street,
Once in awhile the blind
fall in love with those they meet.
Memories will linger,
memories will call the tune,
Sometimes on the breezes
the old music comes too soon.
Ladies plant the tulips
in-between last years old rows,
Then feel the sands of time
slide so softly through their toes.
Blossoms will arrive soon
with the season's passing days,
They follow shadows quick
moving through the sunshine's rays.
Lovers walk through a park
underneath the skies of blue,
Hand in hand, down the path,
past the places they once knew.
Children ride upon swings
which move back and forth in rhyme,
They be carried through dreams,
taken to another time.
Some follow the footprints
that had been left in the snow,
Some stay just where they are,
they have nowhere else to go.
I myself wake from sleep
and peek slowly o’er the dune,
Wondering where she’s gone
on this peaceful afternoon.