With Thanks To Don Henley
with thanks to Don Henley...
...an echo of her laugh
whispers past
a simple joy, a gentle breeze
of quiet reflection that can never last
the fleeting innocence once drifting along
then disappearing into the notes of that Don Henley song
the end, he sang, of the innocence once felt
of days and of nights of serene peace
gone forever now,
for into the night's void everything must eventually melt
though the memories and the thoughts
and the echoes of her whispers
settled this gypsy heart, putting it at ease
but that's all long gone now
even though the echoes of her whispers
seem never to cease...
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