Where The Grass Grows

In Another Time

There is a tree I like to sit under
When I visit the tree, I like to talk
Tell her all my secrets
I imagine my life under this tree
Everything falls into place
Like the perfect shade of green

As I sit and think
I tell her about love
I haven't much experience with love
But it's familiar still
I have one great love
I tell her
And it warms my heart
I share her name
I explain; she's everything
To me she feels of home
She is home

I tell the tree everything
I pour my heart out like a little girl would
To her best friend at the park on the swings
I talk, I talk till the day has past
Til night creeps in

I describe my love
Her eyes shine bright like the moon
Her smile has the same glow as the sun
Her hair has curls like the ocean's current

Her lips are lush like flower petals
Her hands soft as clouds
Her safety the perfect shield cast upon the perfect armor
She is someone I've met
Someone I know
Someone I can't have

I ponder our lives together
The family we'd work to create
The home we'd surely mend
And the places we'd stay

But as night inches forth
I'm brought back to ill truth
A woman mustn't have another woman
For a girl must love a man
I pity those who believe that
Still, I don't make the rules
But I must follow

And she, well she loves a man
Think his name is Patrick
Never mind that

I sit beneath this tree
In hollowed out love
Knowing she doesn't love me
But believing that is another place
Another world
Another humanity
Another time
She does

In another time we're together
Happily married wives
With children who smile bright
And a home made for the two of us
Filled with laughter
And the perfect coffee cups

I wish I could see it
I wish I could live it
I wish I could love her

But that's another time.