Ani Maria

Morning dew holds its drops
From dreams the unmoon night
Had kept
In your name

I walk silent and cold
To a granite stone
Shaped as a tear
In your smile

A robin hops
From fallen leaf to leaf
And in the wet dirt
Looks for that dream

I have come to cheer
Near a stone shaped in tear
The fear of losing you
Again

To the morning dew
That holds its drops
As I hold you dear
As I keep you near

To my days without you


March 23, 2010