GONE



Through the misty twilight

And the crystal shades of dawn

There lies a barren landscape

Telling me that you are gone.

The hollow drum of loneliness

Beats slowly in the land.

The canyon echoes emptiness,

As I reach for your hand.



copr. 1989

Trinka Powers







WHY?



Empty souls,

Shattered dreams,

Burning coals,

Muffled screams.

Nightmare fears,

Jumbled minds,

Tumbling tears,

Love that binds.

Anguished hearts,

Tattered sky,

Painful starts,

Wondering, why?





copr. 1989

Trinka Powers







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