When the Warm Summer Winds Turn Cold

[Song] (for the Lost Dreams)

When the warm summer winds turn cold

And we’re lost in this world,

It’s forever, and so old

We will dream

Of flying on wings to the sun unseen

Rising as the grace unfolds

Basking in such shades of gold

When the light rain becomes a screen

And its drops, striking your face

Soon trace your features in a stream

Like I had dreamed

Catching your eyes

And pierce the dark with a gleam

Casting the faintest bit of light for me

When dark clouds no longer veil the light

When we are over the comforts of night

And found what has ever been out of sight

Our dreams

Of air that is kind and warm

We wont have to feel

The bitter cold any more

Photograph:

Where Old Dreams End

Dane Anderson