Dancing sillhouettes of your memory br left me with broken promices and a br heart that can not mend br br Hearing the geese in the fall migrating br all in a feather, calling and gleefully br flying with so much anticipation of br thier enchanting journey br br Watching the sun set at the br end of the dreary day and br to see the rays effervestantly br fall to hues of pink, blue and lavender br br Closing my eyes and alowing your br aroma to enter my world one more br time, makes me feel like the geese br the sun, and mostly a silhouette in br search of its image........