The wonderous breeze here in this place,
Reminds us as we walk hand in hand.
Blowing through us, blowing across our face,
Of our struggles born and of times lost sand.
We fought so much we’d lose ourselves,
And taste the bitter apples delight.
I watched you escape to woodland elves,
And hated myself for starting this fight.
I seen you cry, I seen you weep,
My sorrow an infection to tame.
The withdrawn emptiness inside is too steep,
My weary eyes lament only shame.
Can we walk together in this field?
With wildflowers drawn instead of swords.
Might we breathe in the moon and yield,
And sail together between the distant fjords.
I held you in the midst of fire,
Our hearts so close they beat as one.
Beauty from the ashes of this pyre,
Fixed hearts are seldom undone.