A Song Of Regret

Winter’s frozen moments
Will melt once more to spring
Birds with peppered feathers
Return once more to sing…
But so high soars the mountain
That though I climb and climb
She always hides her flowers from me…

In long ago’s lost garden
The apple trees will bear
A thousand fruits of red and green
But not one will I share…
For constant must I travel
And in some far off land
Lie down once more remembering…