INDIAN SUMMER (1960 ~ 2005)          Stand with me a while in the Indian summer, Drape yourself in finery and dazzle what is left of the day. Feel the wind in your hair Hear the music of your life and catch the beauty in the symphony it played.   Reflect beside the water lapping at your feet see your flickering reflection hold it well Feel the triumph in your heart that has carried you so far Because it all must change as you can tell   Walk with me again through the viaducts of dreaming through the falling autumn leaves of some forty summers gone Evaluate your faith as you lose your mortal future and know that as you leave your soul is one   Sit now in the courtyard with singing of the birds the rustle of the wind beneath the leaves Hold on to the happiness a simple moment brings and skip regrets like stones across the pond   I sense your tiredness now beneath your sightless pretty eyes I sense that in your heart its close at hand I read again your letters before you lost your voice and I catch the sense you know I understand Your weakened hand falls softly on the the space beside your bed I hope you found that space that promised land   I kiss your lifeless face its animation lost. On it's delicate wrap, is fixed a lasting smile and sometime in the future we shall walk again in dreams  in the indian summer of your smile.   by   MARKMANUK ........................................................................................................ .......................................................................................................................................................