If I promise to meet you under the bright blue sky
every time I miss you,
Will you promise to be there?
When I feel my heart start to sink with longing
For the times that were real
Where the trees and breeze are familiar
Will you promise to take me home?
Our secrets are kept in the wheat berries
In the dry rustling leaves that never rest
Our story was written
When I leave only a footprint in the past
and love is hard to sense
Will you promise to pull me in tighter?
I hear a whisper of hope on the leaves of aspen
Over the peaks of age I can see a shadow of glee
It is in roots of the pine I remain tied to earth
I promise to remain grounded with you pulled to my side
I promise to live free on the wind
I will remain strong in the firm knowing that an outreached hand will grip
Something, anything I reconize.
I promise when lost aimlessly under that bright blue sky
If all that is left are the leaves, the wind and the shadows
I too, will be found there
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