The flowers of spring bloom;
Love floats in the crisp air;
Although smiles affix themselves to my face,
I think of you.
I take down the black covers from the mirrors,
Draw back the curtain to the morning sun;
Although my world seems bright my heart is dark,
I think of you.
The outward tears have ended,
Laughter fills the room,
Cookies and candies fill the kitchen;
Although it seems the sadness has evaporated,
The soul keeps the secret;
I think of you.
©2011 – V. A. Coote