The essence is fading and the burning passion becomes a dying flame The memories grow weaker as I render time its due Here I am again back behind the paper walls the smile of glass and no one seems to notice There is no trying to resist The colours grow dim in every picture once painted The pearl is lost never to be found again and laughter is carried away by the furtive wind The tide is rising the floodsam of the past will not trouble the soul forever And yet - the buildings may crumble but the stones are still there You are a forgotten song but still your face is the only constant in my dreams Was I wrong to let you i

Leaving Oxford by foreverfrodo, literature

To Oxford by foreverfrodo, literature

Literature

To Oxford

You ask me where I found true love? I found it in your rivers, on your meadows, in your cobbled streets, in the smell of books, and in the trembling sound of choir music at night. I felt your kiss in your soft air upon my lips and the caresses of your wind upon my hair. I lost my heart somewhere between your spires to find it - never again. So dream on, you ancient place of stone and memory. In your splendor and wisdom shine against the growing darkness, defy the dying light. Until we meet again, dream on.