June (March 1999)

On withered grass my feet do rest as winds refuse to start
The sun has fallen 'hind the hill with rays of golden hue
A dying light, a burning heart, my friend, I turn to you
And simple silence sings the song of twilight in my heart
Once your heart beat fast for her, no longer love but lost
My heart stolen by another who gone left me for the sea
Distance my bane, emptiness yours, yet I find a friend in thee
Mine winter fancy, thine hopeful dreams, turned to winter frost.
Shall I take your hand, give my trust, and walk you to the sky?
And would you stay beside me then to dry my tears while I cry?
Count the stars amid the heavens, light amid the lonesome space
Twine your hand er so through mine so we might leave this place.
Trace the path of seasons move so quickly slow through a year,
Hard to leave the past behind when once a hope for future soon,
But Feb and March have gone away, make for winds of June,
Summer days not far away, grass to green and we draw near.
I will take your hand, give my trust and walk you to the sky,
For you have stayed by my side til all my tears were dry.
A new time's come, the wind returns as a smile meets a smile
Fated then to us both, broken hearts, but each other all the while.


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