By Rodney Alan Brubaker
Wind is blowing, softly flowing.
Thoughts are turning, still I'm yearning.
Mind is drifting within my past confined.
Waking memories, every light breeze.
Finds me wishing, gently whisking,
And this moment seems unchanging.
Though it's true that time is gaining.
Passing near me but I don't know why.
Shadows cast from clouds above me.
Play a tune of how you loved me.
Was this sorrow that had made me cry.
Dream is fading, slowly bating.
Ballad ending, heart is mending.
With this song I finally say "Good By".
copyright 2003 by Rodney A. Brubaker