In the soft,velvety darkness of night,
I stroll the quiet snow covered streets,
my mind lost in beautiful memories.
In the distance a bell tolls midnight,
breaking up my sweet reverie.
My lovely memories are dashed,
like ocean waves upon a stone,
and become like a ghost in my mind.
So in the soft,velvety darkness of night,
I stroll the quiet snow covered streets,
trying to recall the glory of it all.
Donavon Scott Vinson