Cabin Nostalgia


I went down to the cabin
where the birds always sing
Only now did I return
Because I missed something

The trees were silent
No longer rustling in the breeze
As if Wind himself came of his throne
To fill the air with ease

The birds’ songs grew silent
And the sound of the crickets died
Leaving the Fantoms of the past
To find their way inside

I rushed inside the cabin
And I fell to my knees
Seasoning the wooden planks
With brine from the seas

The memory of you hit me
Like an arrow through my heart
If only it were real
We wouldn’t be apart

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