A Place
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Write me a song and rekindle my hope
In a place far away and certain
A place by the stream in the wood
A moment full and still.
The robin will sing an ode to love
The waters reply in rousing song
Woods will echo deep to deep
Spring will glisten in the dew.
The sun’s journey in the sky
Blazes fiercely in the noonday glare
Shadows grow as the days trudge on
Bodies break with dark despair.
Come and play in the sparkling stream
Do cartwheels on the rolling hills
Water will wash it all away
At the quiet place
By the stream
In the wood.
In a place far away and certain
A place by the stream in the wood
A moment full and still.
The robin will sing an ode to love
The waters reply in rousing song
Woods will echo deep to deep
Spring will glisten in the dew.
The sun’s journey in the sky
Blazes fiercely in the noonday glare
Shadows grow as the days trudge on
Bodies break with dark despair.
Come and play in the sparkling stream
Do cartwheels on the rolling hills
Water will wash it all away
At the quiet place
By the stream
In the wood.
