Love (We both know i never should have came)

Love.

The sound of thunder

Clapping out the applause

Of a forest falling

Felled by south winds.

Where was I going

In the woods

On such a day

As the sunlight

Dappled the floor gray,

Still and warm

As the eve began to fade?

To her home

Beyond the treeline

And the river's clover banks,

I carried with me chains

And weights,

For when I'd try to run away.

I've never been

A loving man

I'm afraid I

Have to say.

But even nature is not rigid,

The seasons of men must

Too and so change.

Oh, the south wind

Carrying over the far plains

It cut down stormy swaths

Beneath that crown

Of white on gray;

Ancient oaks topple,

Weedy willows uproot-

Serenity quickly

Become fury

As I struggled

Forth to you.

With all the wind whirling

My chains heavy and

Burdening.

I made my way down

Those emerald banks,

Surreal and glowing

In the fading light.

Into the river,

Seeking shelter from

The trembling forest round,

But I had not thought,

That chains and

Weights enough to

Keep me with you,

Would be so heavy

That I would drown.

At your door, the frame

Of your body silhouetted

In the last russet rays

Of a gentle summer day;

Waiting for me, love,

We both know I

Never should have came.