There and Then

There, down in the shadows, past that broken birch, before the deer path turns. Yes there, where the footing slippery sinks, in soft crushed princess pines. That's it, the peaceful place of dreams, sun speckled dust motes swirling As memories of twirling dancing dryads surround that old worn oak Back there and then and into when it all made maddened sense Yes that's the spot we heard her break into a trot to hurry home again I come back here just once a year and still remember when The tears fell and everything just went to hell in present bloody tense and at this stone I stood alone the butt of cosmic joke There, down in the shadows of the standing polished granites Yes, there, where the footing slippery sinks, in whispered princess pine