Clutching the heavy chest of memories well-hidden away from naked eyes
She took a walk to the far end.
The memories now rest eternally in this forest.
No one to tell, yet the oaks know it all...
Passing the lake she know so well,
She was so near, yet so far away...
Sat on a nearby rock, she saw her reflection in the waters.
Gently she let go of her grip, a pebble was released.
Forming little ripples on the undisturbed waters.
The ripples whispered ancient lullabies
Trying to coax her to dreamlands.
She arose from the lullaby
Enduring yet another tale
Dark skies, claps of thunder and rain for companionship
Streaks of lightning lit up roads ahead
The oaks are her only shelter.
She strayed in the quiet cold
Written a note and carefully placed it in her left pocket
The ebony raven cries as though it knew
The folded message wept his name
The night now sets forever.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
The smell of dawn lingers on
Reminiscing the days, hand in hand, they walked down this path
Now, her eyes on his mute portrait
She wept and whispered "I know..."
She swore never to return again
As over troubled waters, memories soar.
And lips try to form the words "I miss us"
The oaks moaned as if they knew
From there, she cannot bid farewell.
Adapted from Opeth - Morningrise Album
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