[Rhyminsimon]

And so the dream fades away
And the reality lingers
I say one two three wake up
And snap my fingers

For a time I was with her
The scent of violets in the air
And then she said good bye
And I said life is not fair

[Soaring Feather]

Nay the dream fades not
into shades of grey...
Nay, it must live
love is all there is
of value...
Don't throw it away
hold on my heart
it will live another day

The violets will fade
as hair silvers
in long dark shadows
of an August afternoon
and the chill of the north wind
reminds one of an approaching
cold and lifeless winter

Nay Spring is always near
fresh violet fields in play
in fields of clover dear
hold her close and near
never
let her go again... ever

[My back yard]

I like your poetry, simon.