The melting tears of winters cry
have dripped their last icy drop,
On the roots of our old oak tree,
I remember the initials we left there
deep into the bark,
Do you still think of me?
My heart sees you in the spring days
we shared so long ago.
The smile you had expressed to me
underneath the bridge of stone.
The grass has started to cover
all the edges again..just like that day,
and the brook too.. is glassy and forms ripples
from the skipping of my slender stone,
Why can’t you be here with me?
I know the changing ground
holds you deep,
But, I can’t forget how you danced
with the lilacs in your hair,
As you gave me
your spring love so sweet.