Memories drift through this empty heart, at times it has spoke of sadness
those days as I bared secrets, told you deep thoughts
you were a friend in the early morning dawn,
thoughts between us, the spirit of you still haunts my life,
like the breaking early dawn,
my thoughts, searching inward… whiskey colored sky in the early dawn,
I sip coffee, heart strings plucked, a ghostly reminder of this empty heart
no friend in the early morning mountain meadow, seemingly quiet,
no longer feeling the footsteps, memories of great joys,
spoken to this empty heart… at times it is no friend
in the early morning mountain meadow, seemingly quiet, yet filled with life
your eyes had seen their share, your eyes were soft, able to discern,
we forgot sorrows, gave way to a happier time, where we forgot
became something different,
ghostly reminders of the early morning mountain meadow
seemingly quiet, no longer enticing, waking me
to were we forgot sorrows, when we listened to the early mountain meadow.
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