My friends

On today of all days 

I am alone 

Tomorrow I would fly 

Away from my frozen life 

Through the wind, across the moonlit sea 

I would rejoice in pastels and fakes 

"It's okay, the fairies won't see." 

But I am among the dew tinted branches 

And the yellowing grass 

All dead as can be 

The susurrus 

Now that happiness did flee

Yet I know them not as gone 

My friends, my old friends 

Though dead they may be

Have tired of smiling 

But it's me they set free

So I concede:

On today of all days

I need no diamonds, no ruby

No enchanted love story

All I need's my tree

And a longing to be me