Her soft lips brush mine,
And then he wakes me
-- beauty melts like snow.

* * *

You must awake now.
You know that dream is a lie.
--like summer’s mirage.



* * *

What? My dreams a lie!
Imagining is the key.
--like new life in spring.

* * *

But you know she is dead.
You are the one who killed her.
--an early spring frost.



* * *

Why must you remind!
Her death was a tragedy!
Her winter had come!



* * *

Your hand held the blade!
You were not the only one.
She was my zephyr.



* * *

You robbed us of love!
To think I called you brother.
Our rose was in bloom



* * *
She was not in love.
She feared what you would do if.
--if she would prune it.



* * *

You speak only lies!
My knife will silence you too.
Your autumn has come.



* * *

Ah, cold hands of death.
You have returned me to her.
--leafs fall from a tree