Whispers of a Distant Spring
Beneath the oak where time once slept,
I sit alone, yet not bereft.
The breeze still sings your laughter's tune,
As if the world forgot you swooned.
Your dress was white, the sky was gold,
We danced like fools, so brave, so bold.
The river knew our secret names,
It sparkled with our youthful flames.
You'd braid wildflowers in your hair,
And chase the dusk without a care.
Each kiss we stole from summer's breath
Still warms my heart in winter’s death.
But time, the thief, with silent tread,
Took you away—left words unsaid.
The grass has grown where once we lay,
And silence blooms where you would stay.
They say that love must fade with years,
Yet mine still flows, through grief and tears.
You haunt my dreams, a ghost of grace,
With sunlit eyes and wind-swept face.
I trace your name in morning dew,
And whisper low, “I still love you.”
Though you are gone, your light remains,
A bloom that grows through all my pains.
So let the stars above attest—
You were my first, my last, my best.
And when I go, come walk with me,
Through fields of youth, eternally.