So let my thoughts run wild, like the horse high on weed.

The leafy trees sway

long during these windy days.

A coat wrapped tightly around,

walking thorugh the streets without a sound.

The heart burns,not ache.

The feelings inside, unfake.

Little grasses wail, 

as the tears come down in pails.

I miss your pressense,

abandoning all common senses.

Here I stand,

under this old oak,

who is nothing but bland,

feeling like a dope.

But there I see you,

in that dress you always wore

only when we're alone,

walking from the other side of the tree.

It may be night,

but to me, you, such a sight.

I remove my coat,

tuxedo revealed.

Your raven locks undone,

your feet bare.

I, with no tie,

unkept hair.

I take your hand,

you bow your head.

I lay another hand on your waist,

a giggle escapes from your sweet lips.

We fall into step,

no words said.

There is no music,

yet a melody runs through the air.

And there we twirled under the old oak tree.