Thanks Angel, I appreciate that.
One more I jotted down....
Your footsteps echo through
the garden of my longing.
Like falling leaves
I watch my dreams as they scatter,
seeds upon the breeze,
unheeded and forgotten.
The smile fades
as the rose with the frost.
The blossoms wither
in tune with my heart
as my spirit feels the cold.
My soul once felt sunshine;
tears now water the
garden of my life.