Bittersweet.: Into the Fields of Letting Go

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Down in the fields of “Letting Go,”

Are all the loves you’ve come to know,

Who drifted past your auburn eye,
Into the woods of all your sighs.

Piece the puzzle back together,

Find the feeling of “forever”

Lose yourself in forbidden bliss,

Steal a stolen, seductive kiss.

Trace your past left there behind,

Regret the words you said unkind.

But time has left them in the dust,

So in the future you must trust.

There’s more to life then you can know,

Far from the fields of “Letting Go.”