The darkness swept through the valley of flowers,
Pale moonlight being obscured by the old oaks branches,
This valley is a place where no one goes,
The place that has called to me for reasons unknown,
The old oak tree, stared down at me in icy silence,
As I cried my eyes out, for the tree is but a reflection of me,
Alone in a valley where no one goes, surrounded by flowers
Though so far separated, that their thoughts and dreams cannot meet.

I laid amongst the flowers and closed my eyes,
Dreams of unknown origin drifted through my mind.
The face of the one whom I could never forget,
I don’t know his name yet he feels so familiar.
We walked together once, of that I am sure of,
I longed for his touch, though I know him not,
I wanted him to save me from this isolation,
Though in a valley where no one goes,
What hope is there to ever be found..