Dead, motionless – there she was:
the wingless dove...

Have you ever hoped
The dead could come back to life...

Streams after streams of silk, you knitted -
Like a solemn harpist...

You smiled and told me you've found the joys of...
As you walked on - gracefully...

Last autumn,
you smiled and told me...

I wonder if the world (along with our lives 
so insignificant within it...

You spoke with a tear in your eye
that wouldn’t fall...

Your warmth
was like the melodious whispers of a harp...

You told me of your dreams, always in black and...
Distant, with faded outlines, finally turning to...

Once,
I built you every winter...

Every time you see
me...

The footprints we made on the beach:
Hope you remember them too...