Come sit by my side

Come sit by my side, my sweet August bride,
And we'll speak of the things we hold dear.
Of wind in the trees and fire in the leaves
At our favorite time of the year.

And don't you remember how deep in December
We'd listen to snow softly falling?
Though faint in the ear its message was clear,
A breeze from up north had come calling.

I wish there were more than just these twenty-four
Hours to spend in a day.
For then we'd go far, our guide the North Star,
And surely—at length—find our way.

But what to do until then, my dear, treasured friend,
 As hope's often met with dismay.
Hearing all the day's news and questionable truths,
 The will to do good slips away.

So let's run and hide, my wise August bride
To a place that no one can find.
On a mist-covered shore we'll be happy once more,
As we leave the real world far behind.