Warm drops of petrichor
Stream from the trees
To the forest floor
Try to find me
In the morning mist
Neath the canopy
Where once we kissed
Where I am held by evergreens
Silently
With their oaken eaves
I am where
The scent hangs in the air
Where I drank the dew
And met your stare
Where you can sleep amongst the leaves
Peacefully
Dream of simple things
I should have followed you
O, the warm, warm forest floor...
Where I'll dream no more
I felt the outstretched arms of Death
Reaching 'tward my heaving chest
But in the Orchard I was kept
Safe within that thorny crest