Here...
It's quiet here tonight
my love, where once we walked together...
The wind is cool, the sky
is clear, the stars they shine and shimmer.
And on the ground, where
we once stood, the moonlight chases shadows...
I whisper softly to the
wind, your name, to the hills and hollows.
Years have passed, since
we last laughed, and walked upon this ground...
Tonight the earth beneath
my feet, makes such a lonely sound.
I stop and stand to watch
my breath, as it's carried on the wind...
I wonder if you've come
here at night, and hope you come again.
Here was such a special
place, when it was you and I...
We spent so many hours
here, sometimes we laughed and cried.
Perhaps someday, when I
return, I'll see you standing here...
And softly walk behind
your form, and whisper in your ear.
Here is where I walked with
you, and shared my hopes and fears...
This is where I held you
tight, and have missed you all these years.
And if you turn and look
at me, I'll know you've come to stay...
Should silence fall upon
my ears, I'll watch you walk away,
From here...
Ron Walker November 1998