Once,
I built you every winter...

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

Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint...

Every time you see
me...

When I went
deep, deep into the water...

You know,
in your eyes...

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

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

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

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

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

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