The waves sway gray
and the sky swirls cold,
I shake and I shiver,
yet my chest feels warm
Evening grows eager,
and night crawls near,
Your lips now familiar,
as you remain surreal
Speaking with the winds of spring,
heralding the blossoms and all the bring,
And smiling like a Summer playful,
before Autumn pulls its amber trick
Just let me have a Winter to dream,
of what was and what could have been,
of your sunshine lightening my every day,
and your moonglow robbing me of sleep