Winter's Meadow

I cannot bring you back
from death my love
 
even though my dreams
are haunted
by the very vision of you
 
painting you there
is all I can do
 
awaking with a shaking body
mind so tired of your absence
 
alas…
 
dreams of who we once were
dreams filled by proclaimed honor
 
even though,
we can no longer physically touch
 
I wonder if someday
in the afterlife perhaps 
we will reunite?
 
in this…
the winter meadow of ours.