Faded now, the dreams pastel
where once in bold they did tell
of bluish sky in splash of morn
the times we spent in love adorned,
with red of passion, rose of tint,
of violet lust there was a hint,
darkness only slightly shown
in edge around the bright of tone.

Multi-colored were my thoughts
bright of feelings that I brought
now shadowed to a soft of gray
still, the dreams, inside they play.


WhiteRose 10/31/02