Returning

I stood alone, lost in grassy fields, stepping from one to one I went.
And took in, all that I could feel, in recalling the time I'd spent.
I remembered the days, so long left still, when last I'd come to the winding brook,
whose water flows there, and always will, in taking my second look.

So sweet my spirit flows here still, and closely, blue skies close in, around.
And weeping willows in twilight sing, of coming back, to the dances
of summer dreams, but autumn starts, and dies the vented summer breeze,
we felt so much a part... but never will fade, the memories,
and never, the severed hearts.