Recollection

I recall the weather on our final night

When the treetops brushed like feathers to the moon's delight

When your hair was dressed with leaves and petals from the clover

And your body moved with transient composure

Winter seemed to ravage what the summer spared

Ice to barren branches and new smell to hair

Oh, my lyrics fading from your bathroom mirror

Our final moments always drawing nearer

Red horizon rising through your parted blinds

Fear was flowing swiftly through our parting minds

Thirteen hours longing on a northern train

Seven years of longing, left in vain

But we were only dreaming anyway

I can smell the candle burning on your desk

Next to shifting sheets and terror-ridden rest

Warm vanilla wax to coat our open wounds

Left to slowly wither where we bloomed

But we were only dreaming anyway