I was wandering by the stream
Deep within the meadow wood
Where the birds sang softly
And great pines stood
When your face appeared
From in between the trees
With a wave of your hair
And eyes like the seas
Oh my simple friend
Where have you gone?
I'm getting old in these times
I need somewhere to belong
Oh precious thing
It's getting dark in this mind
Will you come back to me
And stand by my side
I crossed through the forest
This place we used to love
But now the wind cries with woe
Whistling in the leaves up above
Then there we were
Playing together in the meadow
Where we would come as children
And sit under the willow
Oh my simple friend
Where have you gone?
I'm getting old in these times
I need somewhere to belong
Oh precious thing
It's getting dark in this mind
Will you come back to me
And stand by my side
You see now that willow weeps
And I'm no longer young
Only your ghost remains here
Your voice left unsung
As the night grows nigher
And you must leave me again
Maybe I will see you soon
One day near the end
And I must say goodbye
To those pretty eyes
That no longer exist
Don't you see?
Oh my simple friend
Where have you gone?
I'm getting old in these times
I need somewhere to belong
Oh precious thing
It's getting dark in this mind
Will you come back to me
And stand by my side
And while you will disappear
And my youth I cannot save
I have these immortal memories
That do not fade.
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A Plethora Of Poems
PoetryOn my other account (acciolovee) I also have a book of poems, however, this is obviously my new one. These are some poems I have been planning to publish and maybe a couple old ones from my other book. Please read, vote, and most importantly, enjoy...
