We sat on the park bench in the twilight, and leaves whispered back and forth amidst our feet and fell in spiraling arcs from the trees as the wind picked up with night's advance. We wrapped our jackets tighter around us and sat looking at one another, our eyes engulfing one another, and the moment broke as a baby turtle started crawling from underneath the bench, shuffling amongst the leaves. She shouted, Take a picture! so I pulled got up and pulled out my camera and took several pictures before it scurried to a tree and sprinted up the bark and disappeared into the limbs, quick as a squirrel. By now dark had completely overtaken the park and the cobblestone path and the worn bench engraved with the initials of lost lovers. I went and sat down beside her, and as the dark encroached in an even thicker manner, she said that she wished to head back to the lodge. We got up and walked down the path and the leaves continued their dance about our feet, and she wrapped her arm around my back and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and the moon smiled above us.
And then I woke up and realized it was a dream and was quite sad.
And then I woke up and realized it was a dream and was quite sad.
Your love, it means so much.
A simple ring, your fingers touch.
Break away, break away.
Your smile faints, and light shines through.
Plan it truth, it is too soon to ignore.
She's not here, standing clear,
In front of you: it's just a dream.
Time's up, she's gone away.
You had your time, but it won't stay.
No, not this time, not this time.
But she's the One,
Bright as the sun.
Stops you there,
Right on the stairs,
When stars are black,
Stripes on fire, Stripes on fire.
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