sketches from

my loneliness in
this world of a thousand dreams
disappeared with you

fate may have led me
into this blooming meadow
where young leaves belong

look at the little ones
how old I am when compared
to the time gone by

you must forgive me
I can't always be that sweet
and stay at that age

a storage of smiles
every new performance
teaches me one more

I assume her name
her melody soon fastened
to my parade gown

by your comely feet
I was taught to be graceful
by your hands - gracious

so dances Lily
waltzing to a serenade
sung in a frail voice

all the years have changed
is their own count in numbers
and my aging face

I am the burden
that your shoulder's breadth have born
back and forth for years