Dying  embers

My feet are drying near the fire in this meadow
I have travelled far to only find my self
I have cried along the way
I'll be seeing you amongst the butterflies in sunshine clearing through the misty fallow
We will see a brand new day
I'll build a house were we shall stay
The time is wounded by my ever growing lasting of my shadow
The eyes I once knew are old and swept away by tears deep and now are shallow
So I'll look for you no more than if you were a dream I had to wake
Looking at you was the most beautiful light of a morning rainbow
My feet are dry and what was once has gone to the grave.