My dreams are steady,
Just as the seas.
They bloom like a rose,
With apparent ease.

Time flies by and the summer winds change
As does the rose, in her spirit, she fades.

The color has now washed
As the dream it has ceased,
It ran it’s course of beauty
And now their is no need.

My ship had been swayed,
but my sail it’s still high.
The new winds are still blowing,
and they now draw from the nigh.

The course has been dreamt,
All my roses are in bloom.
Full sail ahead I go,
Singing my little tune.

- by “Gracey Black”