Crickets Sing

Crickets sing
as night winds bring
reminders of a time
when we were young
and summer seemed to have no end

while moisture leaves its mark
within the dark
of a night that grows longer
as feelings grow stronger

and I can't help but wander
down memory's path
while I can't help but wonder
why a speck as small as I
might feel so large

for this pain is great
as I question the fate
of it all

Can we make a difference here?
Will the love we feel ensure
another dawn, unending life?
What is the cause and the feel of this strife?

that breaks apart
the very heart
of time

while crickets sing
and the night wind brings
yet one more dream
to bearů

?Michaelette?

8/26/99
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