Watching mem'ries play like movies of old
And how he sang to her with his guitar
Under the shade of the sparkling night star
She beckoned and raced him to that apple tree
Where they stole touches and kisses so sweet
That tree that held witness to love in the dark
That tree that held their vow's prints in its bark
Suddenly the sun comes and wakens the dame
With light that meant to her sorrow and pain
Her teardrop falls, as did the wilted rose
The tinkle of wind chimes follows her where she goes.
Salvation comes once again in her dreams
And as before carries her back through the years
Where nothing else mattered but her hand on his
And everything was soothed by one simple kiss
I shall return from the war do not fear
And he bent to kiss away all her tears.
Take care of the bloom I will come in time,
Surely you'll hear me with all your chimes.
She waited and waited held on to his words
Deaf to all else but the chimes that she heard
So she loathed the sun and the warmth that it brought
For sunlight held none of the love that she sought
Sunlight chased all traces of him
She blamed it for memories that had started to dim
She longed for the moon and the quiet it brought
She hears the chime louder, each time, she thought.
But the rose in her room seemed to wilt helplessly,
Same as the wind chimes she heard endlessly
Barefoot I walk in that yellow brick road
Watching memories play like movies of old
How he sang of all of the vows he would keep
Make me whole again, kiss me while I sleep.
(Please tell me what you think.)
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