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Your Name Carved in Wood
Your Sweet Presence Lingers In the Wood
I say your name in the empty room
The house is cold as the fire has almost gone out
The short shadows dance along the wall
I almost think you are there
You’ve come back
Although I know it is impossible
I take a walk through the wood
The sticks crunch under my feet
The wind blows
Sounds are all around in the silence
If you take the time to hear them
I repeat your name here
Like a prayer to the trees
I look straight up at the milky sky
The wind carries my voice up, up, up
I go back to places I haven’t been in a long time
The little cabin on the edge of the wood
Right before the meadow clearing
Full of flowers now
You once told me a story about this place
You said it was enchanted
Maybe you are there now
Invisible yet omnipresent
I’d like to think of you here
In this beautiful little place
Full of birds and deer
The sound of the river nearby
I carve your initials into a tree
Everything goes away but some things are forever
