Without a Trace
a million dreams without a face
that leave at dawn without a trace
planted deep they bloom and flower
only in the late, late hours
summer coursed through lover's veins
autumn came and love remained
leaving with the first snow fall
ice and cold that dashes it all
months of blatant disbelief
shoveling feelings without relief
my heart not able to take a snow day
it worked overtime packing it away
April comes and so do you
whistling again a heartfelt tune
some days filled with beauty and wonder
a song that threatens to take me under
you give a little and take a lot
resurrecting what I once forgot
summer tries to course through veins
clogged and blocked with love's remains
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