In the woods far from all men
There was a woman that lived in peace
With her dog and daughter made three
From time to time people would come for her help
She knew much of many things
And lived a life of light love and compassion
She was a healer
But some would say witch
And a day came that a child went missing
The villagers came to her but not for help
They decided that she used black magic to lure the child away
They burned her in autumn air at end of day
Standing elevated above on the unset pyre
Looking around as fire was kindled
She felt the lick of flames
Yet only hot for a moment then cold
Her daughter looking on as she uttered her last words
"This is what you pay to love
Im to be ash in the wind
And your to live with your sins"
She went out like a flame
Like a star winking out
the world was left darker
And a small heart left cold

I don't know you
And you don't know me
Yet the moment i saw you
My heart began to sing
As if i had known you
A life or two ago
Perhaps when we die
Then we both will know

I was a baker in France
in the 19th century,
a poet, an alcoholic,
an ancient Egyptian,
a cancer patient,
a victim of the plague,
a father, a mother,
a soldier, a lover.

But, my darling,
no matter who I was,
or who you were,
you always loved me
and I always loved you.