Another rainy day has passed and gone,
And in its wake lays a field of blue.
Too wet to play and lay upon,
But perfect to dream of you.
In these mists I feel your breath,
As sudden and soft as rain.
I feel warm water drip off my face.
It could be dew or tears of pain.
For I’m dreaming of times long ago,
When we walked these fields together.
But now I walk them all alone,
So these days feel like forever.
The bluebells nod as I pass,
Swayed by wind or by my pain,
I step across a broken path,
Knowing not from where I came.
All I know is chasing shadows,
The ghosts of our memories.
Among the trees I seek their hollows,
For the truth of life’s mysteries.
And as I lay against our oak,
Tracing its silver veins,
I wonder if you can hear,
My heart as it fades.