Someone very dear to me lives about 5,000 miles and an ocean away. We don't get to spend much time together and some (most) days it's difficult to accept.
They say it's Spring and I confess
the evidence suggests it's true
flowers bloom, the sun warmly shines
dandelions look up at a sky of blue.
Still, missing you is crushing me
I diminish every hour
wishing that I could be
in the safehold of your tower.
They say it's Spring and everywhere
the world is fresh and bright and new
snow covers the ground in Stockholm
it's winter for me without you.
lovely piece... and this will surely resonate with anyone who has not been able to cross the span of the seas.... and yearns