Thickets

Winter conspires
 to consume the fires
 of summer love
 Snowflakes are itching
 to undo the stitching
 of our blue skies.
 We danced in the days of love
 We danced in the days of love
 We danced in the days of love
 Where's our blue skies?
 Thickets are swelling
 Their tendril mass dwelling
 upon our path
 Gray haze of twilight
 construes Rays of sunlight
 to weakened beams
 We danced in the days of love.
 We danced in the days of love
 We danced in the days of love
 Where's our blue skies?
 Please, can you tell me now who froze the stream?
 Please can you tell me now who froze the stream
 Whereupon we leaned
 against wildwood trees
 And where the whispering water had Bouyanced our dreams.
 I swear that no matter what this season brings
 I swear that no matter what this season brings
 I'll remember these days
 and our erstwhile ways
 And the whispering water
 that Bouyanced our dreams
 that Bouyanced our dreams
 that Bouyanced our dreams
 that Bouyanced our dreams
 that Bouyanced our
 dreams