hidden under the leaves; the night of the shooting stars; finding peace beyond all hope.
as I was putting the garden to bed last night
I smelled the fragrance of old mint
and thought what a long time ago
we said goodbye.
hidden under the leaves
Even the stars were out late and moved so slow
they hate to let go
so they go on shining
even when they’ve died
if travelers from another galaxy took pictures of us now
they would see a planet from a million years ago
covered in ice and wild seas
But if a traveler tried to talk to me
they would find someone
with a beating heart, a mind,
I’m still standing
after all these years
sometimes it seems like yesterday
that you kissed me
I can only reminisce so far
and then wish you well, wherever you are
and watch the fragrant falling stars.