Your name,
The only thing I hear,
When I rest and I want to sleep,
But there it is, you’re calm and gentle voice of treason.
You’re the whispering in the trees,
You’re the babble in the brook,
You’re the song of the birds,
You’re the stillness in the night.
I would wander for hours on end through those halls,
Gazing at those pictures on the wall,
Of us,
Together,
Forever.
You’re the serene dawn,
You’re the crash in the storm,
You’re the rustle in the grass,
You’re the words in a book.
Through the fields of poppies where we once walked,
I would take in their sweet smell,
Remembering you,
Your hair flowing in the wind as we wandered through those fields.
You’re the scratching of my pen,
You’re the heart beating true,
You’re the majesty of the sun,
You’re the beholder of the moon.
I would read from those books that we would read for hours,
Remembering how we would laugh, cry, and feel scared together,
But now I am alone,
In this place forever.
You’re the hope in my mental war,
You’re the life for me,
You’re the thoughts on my mind,
You’re the tremble in my voice…
You’re the whisper in the trees,
You’re the babble in the brook,
You’re the song of the birds,
You’re the stillness of night.
Oh you’re everything, then and now, to me
