Summer's Past

A path that wanders through the wood
And all along the grassy field
Meanders through my waking mind
As secret whispers are revealed.

And in the murmur of a thought
My nightmare voices chatter on
Telling tales of summers past
Of friendships lost and lovers gone.

We sat beside a tranquil pond
And lay together in the shade
Of the old willows trailing leaves,
In that quiet grassy glade.

Now all is grey and all is dark
And everything I had is lost,
My mind is dull, my body weak,
My heart is cold as winter frost.

I will not tread the summer path
Towards that gentle crystal pond
To see the place where we once lay
Where we once made our lovers bond.

I'll dwell no longer in that wood,
Nor by the green and grassy field,
Until I have regained my life,
Until my broken heart is healed.