As I look at the single rose in the vase
I wonder what it is that I chase.
Is it my dreams in the air,
Or the smell of her hair.
 
To taste her lips,
Or feel the curve of her hips.
Her touch fills my heart with memories
If she would share her fire with me.
 
The emptiness fills me with despair
But to ask her is not fair
My heart is cold but my soul is free.
And so shall it be

Note: Written while listening to the song Sand by OP8

Larry Mixson: 10.20.2002