Member Poem

Sitting in the shadows,
weeping for the past.
The friends I thought forever
gone away so fast.

I know I cannot hold you
You've gone too far away
O'er the mountains of the moon,
to where I cannot say.

A gypsy told me truly,
a heart's a rolling stone
the only one you've claim to
is the one that is your own.

I've the bit of silken ribbon
that you tied into my hair.
I keep it 'neath my pillow
and I dream you'll find it there.

I dream you'll kiss me softly,
and hold me while I cry--
wipe away the sorrow,
and love me till I die.

But I know you are a-roving
and you'll not come back again
and the dream it will unravel
like a whisper in the wind...