i remember the special place
where we could sit and talk for hours on end
a soft place by the river
with the cool shade of the trees to quicken the river's passing
~
sometimes we laughed and others we cried
we talked of everything and nothing at once
sometimes the river spoke to us in tongues
and the trees whispered softly of things new on the wind
~
we'd sleep there all day and dream the same dreams
or sit there in silence while volumes passed between us
just you and me on a fine summer's day
together as one as the breeze swirled around us
~
but summer soon faded and the breeze grew quite chill
everything and nothing became lost in mere moments
the river's voice became slurred as stray leaves interrupted its flow
the trees became tired and whispered too softly
~
fall came, with winter nipping at its heels
and the river was muted and the ground became hard
the trees slept barren and we met there no more
slowly drifting apart as the snow shook us cold
~
but with spring came nothing and everything
the river resumed and the trees once more whispered
you and i reunited in our special little place
and once again shared each other's dreams
