• You blow through my mind
    Like the wind in a forest
    Memories littered like the leaves on the ground
    Owls cry for those sad times we've had
    Their voices barely heard on the breeze
    Love has not yet returned to this heart
    Just as the leaves have not yet returned to the trees
    The deer are our happy times
    They are here for only a short while
    Then run to where they belong
    Mountains and valleys show me what could have been
    The rivers cut deep canyons just as your heart did to mine
    I will take the eagle's wings as my own
    And fly once again