In a moment in time,
Autumn passing through
In a blink of an eye
It all begun again between us
That love's hidden in the times of spring
Like lichen on the trees of the deepest forests
We would dance like no other casting shadows
The trees eminently casting longish silhouettes
The silence the moonlit night
Shadows casting upon you upon me
As the silence became oppressively
No words from you
As I wrote the story between you and me!
The streets busy, tram lines lost
And the studio in chaos pictures abounded forgotten
In the night, we would sit and shiver in the autumn rain
Walking through the morning dew
Shivering we'd be you and me, holding tight
The steaming kettle, we're frozen through
That much-needed cup of tea
Warming our hands cupping that cup
Like the warmth of a touch
In the times of spring.
By Connie James.
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