Petals of a Dream

            Petals of a dream,
            drifting down a stream—
            where have winter snows gone?
            
            With each airy sigh,
            summer clouds float by,
            my breath will not go on…
            
            Will the winter rose
            fall in summer's throes?
            or take flight in love,
            like the dove?
            
            On this breeze, a stolen kiss,
            on this brook, the last—
            in this water's glass, that bliss,
            gliding past…
            
            If these thoughts a flood become,
            if these tears, a rain,
            wounds they'll wash before I've come
            clean again.
            
            How has winter's chill
            grown e'er warmer 'til
            I would shun the light
            for the night?
            
            Petals of a dream,
            drifting down a stream—
            where have winter snows gone?
            
            With each airy sigh,
            summer clouds float by,
            my breath will not go on…
            
            When all loving's done,
            I would mock the sun,
            for what dreams run dry
            in her sky.
            
            Petals of a dream,
            drifting down a stream—
            where have winter snows gone?
            
            With each airy sigh,
            summer clouds float by,
            my breath will not go on…
            
            Pain and sorrow pass
            in this cloudy glass—
            yet this fleeting gleam
            is no dream.
            
            Lo, I see her near,
            Heaven's dear…
            
            Petals of a dream,
            drifting down a stream—
            here have winter snows gone.
            
            With each airy sigh,
            summer clouds float by,
            my breath surely goes on…
            
            Lo, I see her near,
            Heaven's dear…