Brittle Branches

BRITTLE BRANCHES

I find myself revisiting
old dreams I never made.
Tender kisses, gentle smiles,
the plans we never laid.
These memories I never had,
unlike their cousins true,
dance and play within the life
I never shared with you...

Winter sunlight, summer moon-
I've seen them in your eyes.
The whispered words for me alone,
the laughs and gentle sighs;
and all such moments never shared
have kept my old dreams strong.
These brittle branches, dear to me,
have brought life to this song.

A man with moonlight in his hands
has nothing there at all.
I know the truth of this my sweet,
I cannot heed the call
of tender kisses, gentle smiles
and love which could not be.
Yet still I come to sail with you
upon this empty sea...