I hold you in bare hands
Cold, frightened hands
I remember you as warm
Like the freshly ripened ground
In early spring
I’m now lost in those sunny days
I fly with the crispy wind
Feet that will never
Touch the grass again
With your spirit
In my soul, is where you’ll stay
Trees begin to blossom
Before my eyes
There’s an awkward change in spring
I can see the animals poking their heads out
Rebirth of many things
No rebirth of you
So ill tell you this
With your new wings,
Fly
With the returning birds
In the clear air I will look for you
In the indigo sky
Never ending
I will not look for you in that shapeless box
