AND LINH, I'VE DREAMED OF YOU

Of late I've dreamed of rainbows,
Of meadows and of Brahms.
And Linh, of late, I've also dreamed of you.
At times my life has been a storm
With not a ray of sunshine to be seen.
But deep within the recess
Of a long tormented mind
You've been there when I needed you
To ease relentless pain
And Linh, you are my rainbow through the rain.
And as the sun returns the warmth
I see the peaks and valleys
And all the meadows in between.
And watch as doe and fawn appear
Grazing on the fresh green grass,
And I know that you, Linh, are the deer.
And in the cacophony of a foolish war
I dream of peace and Bach and Brahms,
And heal my wounds with symphonies.
And you, Linh, are the flute that calms

©Copyright August 25, 2007 by Alan L. Winters

Linh was my dear friend in Vietnam

Awarded: August 26, 2007