morning sun,
where have you been?
i’ve waited here
night and day
for you to appear
like you used to
sit side by side with me
playing this silly old piano
laughing at every other key
that sang out of wind
you’d tell me stories
of places you’ve seen, you’ve been
how pretty was the earth
that laid upon your feet
how sweet the morning dew
that dropped softly on your lips
how i loved these places,
these things you breathed unto me
tell me friend,
has the world been unkind?
has it learned to forget you, as i have?
has it not looked you in the eye
and shunned away from your sight?
has it taken you for granted,
as i had done?
if these winds can carry these words,
past the oceans and the forests
that once stood majestically in your midst
ones that loved us as much as we loved you,
i pray they lay these dreams gently in your hands
ones you’d given me, long ago,
they had kept me company through the years i stood alone;
they are tattered and worn
but still a beauty to behold
may they tell you the journeys i took,
ones i can never tell you,
may they show you images i wish i had not seen -
and words i had heard and can never forget
for the world is different than i had imagined,
hollow, battered, and torn
unlike the one i knew
with you by my side, long ago
the old piano is gone now, too
and the house vacant of everything
but faint echoes of our song that forever sang out of tune,
singing fond memories of you
if these winds can carry for me these words
and whisper them ever so softly in your ears,
i would like to say ‘thank you’
for being with me,
all those days, long ago
.. L’Ile Invisible | Deep Forest
