Silence

I remember those days When the sun shone on you That beautiful summer Your light summer outfit You were so funny I couldn't believe You smiling at me A late summer dream Who would have thought that You where there with me And then there was walking A few hundred miles I didn't mind As long as you were there Who would believe that You were there for me. Now it's all consumed In the library fire It's just winter, cold, nothing at all Smouldering ashes I was self-conscious, I usually am Joy for a moment, regrets for a long time But for a moment I was happy I know I thought I could be someone that I'll never be And I felt lucky, so proper and nice The dream that I had, it finally happened But it was too late, at least Twenty five years too late Now it's all consumed In the library fire It's just winter cold, nothing at all Smouldering ashes.