Come and find me,
In the garden where,
The flowers have dried
And the last butterfly has returned,
With its thirst unquenched.
Come and find me,
Under the laburnum trees in autumn where,
The sun shines through,
The dry and leafless branches;
In the grass still cold and wet,
With the morning dew.
Come and find me,
In the corner of your heart where,
Your feelings still throb with pain
And memories bring you tears.
Long forgotten and dusty with time,
Yet living and breathing still.