It’s hard to let go
To something that was such a part of our life
Someone we knew would be there
The next time worship at the cathedral in the forest brought us together
There had been laughter, old stories, as ghosts hovered overhead.
And the breeze tinkled wind chimes and sweet Jasmin and wisteria gripped the air
There had been drinks and food , plenty
As tobacco smoke rose steadily into the fast evening
There at the cathedral in the deep green Texas forest
Surrounded by saints of a religion long since dead
Cherubs and Norse Gods, Aztec suns as well as dragons littered the walk in the wild gardens we could hear the
gardens we could hear the whinny of a horse as sure as the cock crowed
Deep in the cathedral of a white witch, who read poetry from spellbooks
It’s hard to let go
To someone who was a part of our lives
But we’ll remember you when the cool spring air brings once more the smell of earth and rain
At the cathedral deep in a Texas wood
