Fields of Time

The sun was once green, the night was once young

Oh, how I missed when I could still tell the tale

I’ll never be young enough for tomorrow now

Or old enough to bear the wisdom I needed yesterday 

I was frivolous and free

I wore the kiss of a butterfly like blush stains on my cheek 

Oh, I miss the times we could still speak 

There were fields that flowered our names

There were trees we must’ve watered with our tears

Oh, the tall grass how it marks the years

Once upon a time my fingers only grazed the stalks

My prints a trail on the wheat 

Now the stalks brush my butterfly kisses  

And I’m old enough to be a misses 

Oh, I miss how the time did grow 

I’ve been made fond, and fonder 

Sick still of all the time I waste in ponder

But I’ve been sat here for some time now

Time to tell how the years have loved me back

I hope they bury us here, in flowers we grew up in