Lewis Furey

The night has come
the stars shine bright
the wind is soft and warm
but I am cold and torn

The emptiness runs so deep -
Finds me desperate and still
alone like a fool on the hill
I’ll never get to sleep

Tell me, why do the trees
all gossip like that in the breeze?
And where are you tonight?

The maple leaves shiver
the white birches fret
the spruces shake their boughs
they scoff at human vows

Our love was no secret
the forest knew all the details
transgressions
indiscretions

You’re gone
they’ll never
let me forget