Like Spring

There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon. In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything. When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn! Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring. For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on. Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything. But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone! And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring. Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on. Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything. For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn! Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.