Somber spring

I don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze

you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore

I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed

I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall