Like dew-drops on green grass
So splintered-images on broken glass
Memories fade
And dreams vanish
But, alas, some dreams never vanish
And some memories never fade
The memories of childhood
And the dreams of a brighter future
Like Shakespeare in the park
Like a shot in the dark
People split apart
A flame begins with a spark
A flame to light the way
A flame for a brighter day
For darkness can be quite gloomy
And being lost can be quite dreary
May 18, 1996
