Bring Back
by Tom Watson
Bring back your dreams
Tell me again your plans, schemes...
Oh, the cold nights linger
passing slowly like a teasing finger
tracing the lines of your once bright smile
in the watery tears of this trial.
Shout to me your voice
Whether in love, hate, pain..your choice...
Still silence greets the morning light
Deafening in its hollow echoes from your eternal night
Your laughter is rumpled up in empty sheets
in drying tapes, cracking under times blazing heat..
Hold me in impossible love,
no chance of returns to places we dreamed of...
This old heart beats, tired, a machine
Only, its caverns emptying of what once was seen
as crowded with your presence;
your giving, taking, laughing, crying...fading in the distance...
Bring back to this tired life
purpose, joy, shared dreams...my lost wife...
Tom
