Dreams of You...
|(Artist Catherine Klein)|
"My dreams of you are like the fallen leaves,
colored with brilliance, nomad rustling things,
tossed by winds of olden memories,
they prate of golden summertimes and springs.
When skies were gray you flung them all away...
but, I who loved them, hoard such gifts as these.
By day I revel in their golden lights;
at night they whisper tender sympathies."