My soul longs for a time it never lived,
For fog filled afternoons and snowcovered winters,
For the dawn and dusk to glow between the trees,
For the autumn leaves to turn golden brown and fall to the ground,
My soul longs for a love long forgotten,
For handwritten letters and long walks on cobblestone paths,
For kissing in the rain and lingering stares,
For dances under the lamppost and candlelit dinners,
My soul longs for a life it cannot live,
For blankets by a warm fire and a good book,
For the pattering of rain on the roof and ticking of a clock,
For the smell of worn pages and kitten purring in my lap,
My soul longs for a time it cannot live, for a love will not feel,
My soul will forever be trapped in a place it never was.