Through the sliding shades of grays
between dreams and reality
do you think of me?
Through the kaleidoscope of days
between the dawns and the sunsets
do you dream of me?
Through the rustle of falling leaves
swept up by the restless wind
do you call my name?
Through the misty haze of nights
between twilight and darkness
do you seek me there?
Me, your secret love
© Rose
