I stand there a moment alone held in the grasp of time as trees bare branches waving Loosing their summer shades its a dark heavy cast morning winter's coldest clouds inside sighs Thoughts drifting away in a cool damp wind blowing softly coming down one chilly breeze from the mountains whispering souls Memories of love and still the pretty birds they sing Magic in grace so pure enchanting very beautiful spells a choir Their song together, echo in sweet melody far away in the distance a crow caws mixing with the sound of a dog barking mad Feelings in this world I breathe sighing lonely listening to the gentle babble of the stream flowing faraway into a deep ocean as salt of a thousand tears