Les Pages

I wrote heaps of pages
On different papers
Bits of dreams, pieces of journeys,
And words for you often
And words for you so often

I'll add a few words
To end the story differently
I open for the words to fly
And scatter in the wind
And scatter in the wind

I let the light in
I let the dust come
The ink is almost erased
But some pains remain

If by chance, the rain erases
Some ink on a paper
The last dreams, the scattered words
Have little time to exist
So little space to settle

I would have wanted you to read
The intertwined words, phrases
And all that I have to tell you
But tears got mixed in
Tears got mixed in

I let the light in
I let the dust come
The ink is almost erased
But some pains remain