All around a sea of white reinforces winter’s chill.
As icy winds threaten to blast all hope away.
I yearn for the purple crocus and the yellow daffodil.
Visible signs that spring is finally on its way.
I long for your touch and the warmth of your smile.
Now relegated to memories I equate with joy and pain,
Love and loss, hope and despair exist in the same pile.
The constant torture of missing you a tiresome refrain.
I would return to you if the power were in my hands.
If fate could be bribed to ignore the rules. A Lifetime I would steal.
But Death always happens, while we’re making other plans.
And Life barrels ahead believing the dead eventually heal.
You were my spring. Nature’s rainbow of infinite hopes and dreams.
To see it through your eyes, if only in memory, is to be alive again.
Adoring your face in the light of a thousand moonbeams
Forever young, bathed in laughter, enjoying the gentle rain.