Inspired by Final Fantasy VI
Soft is the Touch
When the trees sigh
And the birds
Die
Can we sing?
Can we love?
No, I guess not.
When the trees sigh
And the birds
Die
We can run away
We can fear
Holding the truth to your soul
And letting the fear ebb away
I can see
And feel
The first time I felt the touch of your skin
Under the blanket of the heavens
Keeping us warm
So much different from
When the trees sigh
And the Birds
Die
When that happens
We can run up the hill
And bask in the warm sun
Away from the cold sigh
The flinch of
Death
A husky
Breath
And the rain pours
The sun falls apart
Like your hair under the moon
And
When the trees sigh
And the birds
Die
We can rest on the hill
And watch the stars fade away
As the sun reforms
And the moon is banished.
We can live the life
Of merchants rich
And be sad
We can live the life
Of peasants poor
And be happy
For only our love conquers
Except
When the trees sigh
And the birds
Die
Then . . .
Then we can run up the hill
And tumble down
Into a depression
A soul drowning fear
As cold as the laugh of maniacs
As crushing as the depths of
The blue sea under
The blackened sky
And . . .
And I can look up from underneath
And I can see the sun shatter
And I can feel the water grow colder
And I can try to free myself
And I can watch as the stars come out
And I can wonder as I see the wind
I know I can resurface with your love
Relish in it
And feel safe forever . . .
Except
When the trees sigh
And the birds
Die
May the Love of Anuwëy guide you when all Hope is lost
TorNathan
