The Sycamore

Lazed beneath the sycamore,

we laid upon the forest floor

amidst the myriad hues of leaves

hand in hand, so peacefully.

As we basked within the shade

we reminisced our latter days.

Our dream come true in years to come

with hope our threads of fate stay spun.

Kiss me here, oh darling dear;

that's what you'd whisper in my ear.

You'd draw me close into your soul;

not once could I resist your pull.

We'd traipse the earth between the trees;

forever yours I thought I'd be,

until the day that you weren't there...

until the day that you weren't there.

And just like you, the leaves were gone;

not one lone branch did they lay upon.

Our footsteps where we once had walked

now cloaked beneath a sheet of frost.

And from the sky poured shades of gray;

The sun will hide to mark this day.

Forever, and ever, oh darling dear;

That's what you'd whisper in my ear.

Our dream come true had turned to naught,

just as our tree had fell to rot.

Now there's nothing left to find,

save for the memories left behind.

Hanging from the sycamore,

I wrest my soul forevermore.

Our cherished past runs 'cross my eyes
and dies within my own demise.