I cannot bring you back
from death my love
even though my dreams
are haunted by the very vision of you
painting you there
is all I can do
awaking with a shaking body
mind so tired of your absence
alas…
dreams of who we once were
dreams filled by proclaimed honor
even though,
we can no longer physically touch
I wonder if someday
we will reunite
in this…
the winter meadow of ours.