I hear the voice of a hummingbird, taking flight after losing its resting branch,
And smell the remaining scent of the sleeping flowers, covering their ears to the sound.
As I reach my hand into the darkness,
It begins to melt away;
That winter shadow, where I was with you,
Is where I’ll be forever fixated.
I turn my back to the crying birds who’ve forgotten their way home,
Grasping faded petals within my hand.
On a soundless night of light snowfall,
It resonates;
A familiar voice is calling to me,
That I hold close as I fall asleep.
At the other end of this night, that sky is waiting;
Even if a thousand mornings pass, it will stay as it once was.
As I reach my hand into the darkness,
It begins to melt away;
The shadow of that winter where I was with you,
Is what I’ll be forever fixated upon.
On a soundless night of light snowfall,
It resonates;
A familiar voice is calling to me,
That opens the door to my heart.
Onward, toward that spring we once parted.