Woman of woods,
Remember those times in June
When your dreams flew by
With not a word too high
And those birds chasing the moon
Now I beg you,
Smile for me, and smile at me
For your image will not sustain
And nothing’ll ever be the same
As it was, below that willow tree
Glancing in your woodland eyes
You made me think of night
No darkness covering no lies
There it was, where wisdom dies
BV. 10/07/08
