Seventy-Seven - Fireflies

the air is quiet here today

because the birds

no longer sing your name

and all the leaves have blown away

so all the branches

bow their heads in grief

though our time has slipped away

i’ll always think

of all the things we’ve done

and live in dreams of yesterday

when i still believed that you were mine

when i look into the hazy sky of blue

i still think that i could be with you

and everything is new

like the flowers and the dew

if you only knew