I dreamed there were
Three new moons in the sky
It was calm.  It was dim
I was calling for him
A light that should not be lit was burning
The lilac was blooming
The seasons were turning
The shadows were deep in the shade of the porch and
Capella was pinned on the cape of the North
I grieved for him, I grieved for the spring
It was slipping away all entwined with
The trappings of grief and worry
The stonecrop leaves were thick and pink
And swollen taut like strings of berries
Deep was the silence and barely a breeze
The beech tree merely shivered its leaves
He filled my mind, my mind was his and
In the darkness the late spring slid
Into summer, a summer night's sleep
A season of waiting, a season of grief.