THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
KIM'S GARDENS
...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
KIM'S GARDENS
cats eyes call me from a dream
petals of flowers wave at me
you were only seventeen
and I was not much older
memories so real they seem
like clouds raining down on me
you understood what I mean
and I gave you a shoulder
and we danced a lovers dance
in the light of the moon
chasing stars from from New York
to California
and we got lost somewhere
in Washington DC
you moved on in your ambition
I wandered off aimlessly
still I see your
cats eyes
between dreams they call to me
I still feel your
cats eyes
burning wholes through my psyche
wondering where your
cats eyes
are glowing today
hoping they're not crying
hoping they're not lying
hoping you've gotten your way
looking ahead
but do they ever turn to yesterday
do your cats eyes ever see me
in any way
cats eyes call me from a dream
petals of flowers wave at me
you were only seventeen
and I was not much older
Cats Eyes
Ric Candor ©2000
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