Evening

On an old wooden bench, surrounded by woods

The night sky our only peers

We'd discuss the universe, and Hell, and Heaven

Philosophy beyond our years

We never touched that place we spoke of

A distant longing we both knew

So eloquent in our discourse of love

So afraid to see it through

Meandering, our courses taken

Where the wind or fancy flew

But together something did awaken

Spectres we both knew were true

We tread the realms of ghosts and magic

Myth and legend, souls entwined

Such missed chances, almost tragic

Everything comes and goes in time

I return sometimes, hear crickets chirping

Amidst these trees that formed my youth

And all our questions left interpreting

Inside we both held the truth