Through this moment in time, we embrace,
Together, in this green altar of spring...

Balloons - flutter and fly!
Soar to the heavens, the sky...

They sit, silent, under the night-time sky,
With stars twinkling - like tears never to fall...

Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...

In the purple woods of loneliness,
With the harvest of sorrow...

Brick by brick, she decays:
Yet broken dreams haunt her still...

I still miss you when the rooster calls,
Waking me up to leaves that fall...

Reasons.
and demons. and the things you call treason...

Within the colours and contours
that shape us, your words were like a cure...

Remember? Remember that time...
Remember our many walks across...

when birds glide down to Earth
to whisper in your ears...

Is it selfish of me
to want you to smile once more...