old friends

what happened to the circle of trees
that we called our own
to go there always together
I've kept my promise
and haven't been there since you left
how terribly strange to be so near
my heart goes there, though I cannot

I remember how it was
through thorn and spiderweb
our circle of trees
and the berries we would sit long hours and eat
we named the stars and spoke with the moon

I remember you with leaves in your hair
dancing frenzied circles
on the edge of the water
the stream is dry now, and overgrown
and the trees seem darker
the air so still
broken by the echoes of your laughter
cruel phantoms, mimicing your face
shades of happiness, long faded away