Black ink melted by the side in the road
tiny puddle trickles along
draining any message or words to decode

Only an unopened box still wrapped in a bow
footprints dug out of dirt just walking away
singing coming from inside brings tears to the soul

Showers bury a gift connected to another
blanketing with fog eerie howl shout from a far
moonlight glows red peeking in written words my lover my lover

Music continues from where It may
still roaming unattached who was or is
Many years to pass will they finally lay