hold your hand through berry fields, verdant tulip springs
arms linked, running past summer woods
waltzing into autumn rays, trip on laughing pumpkin faces
i pick melting snowflakes off your eyelashes
hold your hand through berry fields, verdant tulip springs
arms linked, running past summer woods
waltzing into autumn rays, trip on laughing pumpkin faces
i pick melting snowflakes off your eyelashes
I'm losing the spark
Fanning at ashes
Trying to start a flame
That burnt out long ago
Firewood doused with rain
The skies weep tonight
late nights with parchment and wine
circling thoughts of grand design
velvet robes in candlelight
there is a distance and i hate it
like you're an ocean away but still in my backyard
like my arms could stretch to cross nations
and still miss you
and the rest of me can't think of a way
to bring you back
close the way we were before
mist swirls among tree trunks
eddying like a viper
turning, dancing
twisting in the emerald dusk
ancient trees brush branches through the fog
the heart of the wood beats in rhythm
dare to venture deeper
into the waiting embrace of the forest