ihrocks
11-29-2003, 06:41 PM
Under a Monet sky
I watch the river flow,
Passing beneath the Albert Bridge.
Tendrils of morning mists swirl and fade;
The night retreats from the encroaching sun.
Lost in the fluid currents,
My thoughts drift to memories of hope
And the dying love.
No one waits in the shadows.
No footsteps echo on the path..
He won’t come this time; he won’t stop
To light my cigarette.
I am no one’s dream.
So I must wait on the Albert Bridge,
My thoughts drifting to the sea
And back again
Until another dreamer falls asleep,
Until he finds me waiting,
Between the darkness and the light,
In the morning mist,
under a Monet sky.
ihrocks
I watch the river flow,
Passing beneath the Albert Bridge.
Tendrils of morning mists swirl and fade;
The night retreats from the encroaching sun.
Lost in the fluid currents,
My thoughts drift to memories of hope
And the dying love.
No one waits in the shadows.
No footsteps echo on the path..
He won’t come this time; he won’t stop
To light my cigarette.
I am no one’s dream.
So I must wait on the Albert Bridge,
My thoughts drifting to the sea
And back again
Until another dreamer falls asleep,
Until he finds me waiting,
Between the darkness and the light,
In the morning mist,
under a Monet sky.
ihrocks