In the Woods
The past resides in its home
warm comfort behind closed doors
the company I used to have
is fresh recall, far from hand
I see your face in my mind
you were younger, so was I
that day now held out of reach
the world captured in the woods.
Trust brought us close in that vale
forest glen across time's void
the masks were dropped to the ground
joining clothes as bodies wound
separation ceased to be
quick dismissed when passions freed
the space between was indistinct
how real this seems to memory.
Connection came in many forms
the flesh as one now I mourn
the long talks were interspersed
as we walked through the groves
my smile joined yours in revelry
the laughter voiced as well as moans
emotions held the space that day
now sad recall is dismayed.
Father Time you taunt me so
with flashbacks to the magic found
the wild-woods were our escape
turned to rapture, not to pain
the gate is locked, windows closed
a single light is high above
the fondness for the happy past
becomes a prisoner when nothing lasts.
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