Winter

  Old winter leans like endless rolling time

  Bent with the weight of waiting for a sight

  A glimpse could light the dark and sound the chimes

  To chide the barren bleakness of the night

  To chide the barren bleakness of the night

  The dawn lights daydreams that call him daily

  To live in the light of his childlike schemes

  And hopes built on sands and thoughts of his lady

  Paint the many colors of his dreams

  Paint the many colors of his dreams

  And the sunshine lady is rainbow's end

  And winter out walking is longing for his friend

  He is longing for his friend

A Moment Doesn't Seem Too Much To Ask

Beyond My Window