In the corner between the hill and bridge, where the birds chime and the bells sing, the trees are stone and the church has leaves.
Where, sometimes the stream is, where sometimes the light flickers, there's the somewhere else that has the sun.
That's where I'll be, that's where I'll look for you.
And if you're not there, then that's ok.
After all, that's what we left behind.
last line - bubble-bathos?
ReplyDeleteThat was nice. The post, I mean. I got no clue about your comment. . .
ReplyDeleteI was getting a wistful about a relationship that didn't work out, and reading it again, I thought the last line was a bit too sentimental.
ReplyDeleteStill, it's morning now, and it feels right.