June Tree

A thousand years
            a thousand fears
                     a thousand tears
                           we shed
         for each other,

    Like moth
                  to flame,
                       a deadly game,
        lost children
                   looking
                for their mother,
      and when hearts sing,
            the music brings
          magic
             like no other.

         The winter cold
                no hands to hold,
The summer
     brief
            and sunny,
and in the mornings,
pressed
      close to you,
          cherished moments,
      tender, loving,
             funny,
We danced,
        We laughed,
We flew,
           We grew,
We dared,
            We cared
more than any soul
           could know
                  or reason,
  the light so bright,
              the fit so right
      for a hundred
                  precious
                            seasons.
The moth
          The flame
                   The dance
              The same
Then broken wings
    and treasured things
           in pieces
  all around us,
              the dream
the only one
    I long for,
here or there,
    our souls
        laid bare,
a million years for now,
     My heart
                 Will
                      Ever
                             Hold you! !