I slept out in the meadow
awaiting your return
In a campfire the remnants
of your departure burn
wondering how how it came to this
how it got so far
trying to see through the guilt
and wondering where you are
as I watched the treetops burn
in this lost lonely night
haunted by the rivers song
that\'s rising in the half light
the frost hit hard
again this night
and laid the meadow down
things that I knew as true
were scattered all around
the past was thick everywhere
In sound and vision alike
the seconds seem to close in
coiled and ready to strike
from desperation to hope
it only takes time
or from desperation to hopelessness
which reality was mine
so I poked at the embers
and stirred up the ashes
adding fuel to the inner light
of what memory flashes
I wonder where you are tonight
and why you went away
and if you returned to the meadow
I wonder what I would say