I still miss you when the rooster calls,
Waking me up to leaves that fall
Withering away brown and raw
To the ruffled ground once more.
You came and went without a sound
With the ghosts of Christmas lost and found;
Weaving memories round and round
In carousels of dreams, too bright and real.
You're in every song and every book -
Everything reminds me of the way you look,
And how you looked at the world
with the kind wonderment of a flower.
I think I see you again,
Eyes braver than the sky and ocean.
I think I see you smiling
With all the colours and motion
