tell your secrets to the ground the dampened leaves and broken twigs reveal your presence where she has lain three hundred years where no one hears what bade you come what brings you to this place where words and deeds gently end where lovers lost might find again and if you had found her three hundred years before laughter on the hillside dawn s colors in her eyes would you tell her your heart oh your heart if you hover here you ll feel her amidst the dust and silence in bones and withered leaves oh speak your heart to the trees the restless breeze what bade you search for the love you should have known in wildflowers overgrown you know her nameless stone and if you find her three hundred years from now laughter on the hillside dawn s colors in her eyes though you have known her a hundred lives or more will you take her in your arms and kiss her perfect lips tell at last oh your heart oh my dear ones seize the day