It's raining out and the scattered shouts
Of thunder rip the sky.Inside it's chill and the air is filled
With shadows scuttling by,
But I have green grass and the sun like bright brass
And light shining through layers of leaves.
I have all that cradled here on my lap-
It is warm in my silver Pensieve.
Out here I have gone ten times over too long
Without hearing your voice speak my name,
And the memory of your sweet voice full of love
Grows more dim as I go through each day.
But I still have you and your eyes ocean-blue
Dressed in robes of a wine-colored weave.
You're solid and near and I see you so clear
When I'm here, in my shining Pensieve.
It's the natural way that no good thing can stay
And all joy comes at last to an end,
But I can change this, all the things that I miss
I've made real again, and my heart mends.
I have sky free of storm and the wind, soft and warm
And you, in your amethyst sleeves.
You're alive and with me and forever will be-
It is safe, in my silver Pensieve.