The Hills of Forever

I've been dreaming about those woods for too long
a long memory of existence
deep inside in my head

I remember
losing myself in amongst the green, 
brown leaves of September
my teenage thoughts, lost, but not forgotten
the good old days but you don't know you're in them

Sparkling eyes - they gleam through branches, 
either side of the path

my spirit often wanders with the larks 
across the hills of forever
where the sun captures floating stillness across the water, reflecting that perfect sky,
such a perfect high, 
I'll never see better - 
even if I live forever

By Sam Fawcett