February 09, 2005
In every gentle, crisp Spring breezeOn melted highways and verdant trees
Above the glistening glow of grass
Below the falling stars en masse
Lies the wake of you
With every breath from winter's sigh
In restless children's long kept cry
Across the ocean's ice tipped wave
Amongst the meloncholly grave
Lies the scorn of you
Beside the dusty, hard packed trail
Within the deepest mug of ale
Of all companions right and real
Behind the lines of grounded heels
Lies the heart of you
About this moment's hesitation
Amid the founding trepidation
Before the silence begins to grow
Past the memories that we'll stow
Lies the last of you
Once the rose has lost its dew
Upon the strengthened sun of June
After sheets have lost their scent
For every morning that we've spent
Lies the depth of you