It’s been too long
since in findings found.
I lost myself in words like leaves
In waving metaphor and euphoric breeze

It’s been too long now for even me
to say that I can still smell the trees,
and live like aspen beings tall and young.
It's been so very long now since our song's been sung.

Like an echo it
reverberates across water mists.

Like a chorus I
am no longer left ununified or in wanderings lost.

No the sky,
we were meant to sing songs such as these
You and I.