Somewhere,
deep in the forest
beneath the autumn blaze
of a maple tree,
I hear your name in Nature’s breath
as it whistles
through the fiery leaves
that bristle with nostalgia
for the taste of summer,
and the sweet taste of spring
somewhere over yonder,
where the air doesn’t taste
like it could smother a poor soul
with nowhere left to go
You’ve done it,
you’ve invaded the places
I’ve never taken you to,
the places where I go to think
and all I hear is you you you,
and I swear
if one day you vanish,
you’ll take the sun with you,
and all I’d have left
is the whistle of the breeze
that carries your name
to haunt my every dream
And I swear,
if one day you vanish,
this whistle of the breeze
that carries your name
will choke me in my sleep.