like the echo of my dreams
I hear the conversations of our past
so long ago we spoke in whispers
and held our hearts tightly
in the evening twilight hours.sweet words abounded
hush hush my love and wait till dawn
wait for loves caress lying beside me.
now those conversations are faded
lost in the winter storms that gather.
snow piles deep around our special place
the garden dead and long rotted as is
our love our letters now but tatters.
bound in the old tin box that I kept them in
cold all is cold and empty, empty as your
side of the bed.Yet still your scent, lavender lingers