Seems like the seasons have shrouded
the memory of her...
she fades as whispers
gently spoken to wind
and echoes back to me
with every passing sun
to make me remember
how warm her love
would have been.
Dreaming out loud brings peace
while I treasure her...
lost to the circumstance
of time and space,
of things seen and unseen
but, wrapped sweetly
beyond the harsh realities
of this life where I
will always adore her.
Maybe someday,
Always forever.