COLD TEARS
MY FACE
BURNED
AS TEARS
COLD
AS ICE
CASCADED SILENTLY
UPON
THE BED
OF
FLOWERS
COVERING THE PLACE
WHERE
YOU
NOW SLEEP
QUIETLY
TOUCHING
EACH
SOFT PETAL
FEEDING THEM
GIVING THEM LIFE
SUSTAINING THEM
AS LIFE
DRAINS
FROM
MY BODY
WITH EACH
COLD TEAR
AS
COLD TEARS
FALL TO EARTH
BITS OF MY HEART
JOIN
EACH FALLEN TEAR
UNTIL
MY SOUL
FINALLY
BREAKS FREE
FROM
ITS
EARTHLY BONDAGE
AND
MY SPIRIT
CAN
ONCE AGAIN
SOAR
FOREVER HIGHER
UNTIL
WE MEET
AGAIN
BY: PAM GALLO
DREAMER
COPYRIGHT: AUGUST 2001
