BLUE FOREST
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. |