Does it linger there
As it used to
In the forests and meadows
Of that place we called home?

It seems so ethereal
As though it was a dream
Half formed and gentle
In the labyrinths of youth

Something that never
Might be returned
Though I do not know
If it was ever truly ours

A feeling
Indescribable in its simplicity
Beyond any thing we knew
Yet it resided within us

Oh how I miss it
Though I know not what it was
But I know it has left me
And chosen another
To impart its gifts upon

And I pray they never lose it