It's just not the same
darkness swirls
but there's no light
no will left to fight

I miss you
and your semblance of right

So, I send my love out in the breeze
take it, take me, if you please

It's the way she looks at midnight
not worrying about her hair
shines like stars above us
but she'll never disappear

she's wind and sun and water
a gift of hope to some
but what I see is beauty
in the music that she strums

it echoes in her spirit
her eyes light up and glow
a soft and soothing sparkle
one you never could let go

when the night gets longer
and our light begins to fade
we feed upon each other's bodies
ev'ry bite new life is made

winds bluster deep within the sycamore
pulling memories from the strength
of time
as shattered leaves commence their fall

I watch, helplessly/hopelessly
sheltered behind smudged glass
barren as each side thins
looking out at what once was looking in

climbing that sycamore
in all her splendor
rich and full of life

high was I

cherishing the delectation
of a grand blue sky

hushed in amazement
along with the honey bee
flapping magic in her wings
oh my, how graceful was thee

swaying but still
still it always will

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there's a crackle to the east
the winds bluster again
darkness knocks
I close my eyes and try to remember
the scent of happiness
slowly drifting far far away