Leave me where the snows will fall; <br />I'll lay myself a bed beneath <br />the stars; I'll listen to the wind <br />and sing my sorrows to the seas. <br /> <br />Spare me ere the seasons go, <br />that spring should know the winter's nigh. <br />Though where, I wonder, I would be <br />to drum when dreams have wandered by. <br /> <br />Hold me down when sunlight fails; <br />let night take care of memories, <br />so once again our Song may try, <br />before my pain remembers me. <br /> <br />Drown me when our August ends, <br />in rain before the snows may find <br />our shame; I'll carry on 'till then, <br />And sing our Song without a name... <br /> <br />-February 26,2006<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-880000-august-s-end-font/
