Energy

 The apple blossoms of spring are in bloom 

and there I sit and ponder of my love for you.

Deep in thought, tracing the memories of my mind

as I reflect on the passing of time. 

The fish are jumping as they migrate down the stream,

with tree frogs singing their melodic mating song.

It almost seem perfect on this sunny spring day 

except I sit alone thinking of the absence that remains.

I could feel the energy as if you were here with me 

and then I pinch myself as a reminder it's a dream.

You'd think there would be no more tears to fall 

but sorrow and heartache have their own set of laws.

I once heard of the healing that comes with time 

but somethings never diminish to only outlast a rhyme.

Words written to forever remain and like the passing seasons

accumulate quickly and become deeply ingrained.