she stands there
like she's waitin' for me
she stands there
through the winter's cold
through the muddy spring
til the summer brings
an orchestra of green
she sings to me
of days gone by
afternoons beneath
her branches
softly strummin'
my guitar
dreamin' of places
the two of us would
one day go
a life that we would
build
she talks to me
so soft like a baby's sigh
or an angel's whisper
about the time's
that might've been
the dreams that
we could share
the days and nights
that we could spend
lookin' up at the stars
in each other's arms
a life that might've been
while she stands there
watchin' over the place
where i first held you close
where i first touched your face
where my heart still remains
as the icicles come out to play
~ poem "She Stands There"
by Michael Traveler
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