Friday, October 24, 2008

Dreams of Bees

A fall song:

Dreams of Bees

Oh the sun is angled low
and the trees are changing clothes
and the grass stopped whispering
it's laying mute now - till the spring

memories of lilac time
so faded now - don't feel like mine
the summer sounds of the laughing breeze
are drifting through the dreams of bees

weaving fields of Queen Anne's lace
are sceptres brown now - with a turned down face
and the wind and the stars
so cold and clear - heaven's voice and chandelier

pretty bird has flown away
now that summer time is over
leaving you and me to stay
counting on a no leaf clover

memories of lilac time
so faded now - don't feel like mine
summer sounds of the laughing breeze
are drifting through the dreams of bees

Guelph

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