The Dark Heart of the Trees

 

We’re running out of time
You and I
But the harvest moon at least
Gets to come back here tomorrow.

Here,
Where our shadows stand now
Here,
Where you hold my hand now
Here,
Where our lips touch with ease
Here,
In the dark heart of the trees.

The gates will soon close for us,
You and I
But quiet dreams at least
Get to come back here tomorrow.

Here,
Where we collect fallen flowers to press in my books
Here,
Where we drive in never-ending circles around each other’s heart
Here,
Pretending to be hunted at the water's edge
Here,
In a sack by the window way up high

Here,
The trees,
They aren't sewn up too tight,
Like you, not I

Here.
Over the tops of the trees
With their dark, dark hearts.