original poems by john allen

Misty Mountain Sanity

I long for those joyful moments when
we laughed, and we smiled,
and we loved.

Those days filled with sunshine,
whether cloudy or clear,
each day new.

The mountains didn't seem as steep
and climbing was easier
with you there

Our dreams carried us ever higher
then we crashed to earth
with broken wings.

I must stop now, to dry the tears
that come when I think
of lost dreams.


© John Allen December, 2007

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