Like A Song That Returns With Spring



I roam the shadows of the night
Looking for your affection
For a sign that you existed
Beyond a sigh in my memory
All I can find is darkness alone
Dreams of the past
Illusions of what may never have existed
Walking winding paths in the forest
In a solitary game
Where are the flowers now
You ask
They are mine
In a graveyard of my mind
Memories of a sweet delusion 
Here and gone
Like a song that returns
With the Spring
And visions of Love.