Literature
Only Time
The smoke on the wind carries your name.
The whispered sigh of remembrance
Of bygone days.
I remember the scent of the elder pine and moss,
On the day you led me into the forest
With the promises of love.
Honey, you're wild like the life hidden from sight,
That crawls through the leaves and awakens at midnight.
Like embers of a fire that never goes out,
With the intention to burn the whole world down
If given the chance.
If given the chance.
If only to be given the chance.
You weep by the light of the moon,
And I, I capture your tears in a bottle
For safekeeping or spells,
Only time can tell.
