Loss

When the sun warms aching backs,
When the song flows with the wind,
When the petals of roses scatter on the floor,
I think of you and me...

When the humming comes through the windows,
When the essence of green sees the eyes,
When the heart beats in harmony
With a world full of gentleness,
I think of you and me...

When the home quiets every soul,
When the heart wraps the arms,
When the arms fly unleashed,
I think of you and me...

When silence fills the voices,
When cold enriches the darkness,
When red mixes with green,
I think of you...
And me.

© A Furious Child