Snowdrops and Crocuses

The last few days of February

Always lead to Spring

And snowdrops bow their pretty heads

To welcome their season’s king.

Crocuses of a purple hue

Burst in pride to flood the land

But Spring has not awoken you

As it did before

It is your time, my loyal friend

To tiptoe through this Golden Door.

Here you lie now

In a place we have often lain,

And whilst my heart lives on

It also beats with pain,

Knowing that we have now to part

After times so sweet, but times so few,

You left before it was time to go

And took a piece of me, away with you.

Little friend, sunshine has broken through

And cracked the shield of frost,

Yet you will not wander here

For I must pay the cost,

And miss the twinkle in your eyes

And the pinkness of your tongue

And those little funny feet

Now at rest where Robins tweet

A sad song, too say goodbye

Yes here you lie, where we have lain,

Sweet in blossom, strong in bough

This ancient tree has stood for us,

But it is your strength I must endow,

I ask you, keep me strong

Patch up this broken soul

Make me feel like I can live

In a world where I don’t belong,

Keep these eyes open,

So that I may see the stars

Heal my heart from bruising

From the pain of reality’s scars,

And do, keep me wise

And let my mind be free

Rid this tongue of lies

And cleanse my tainted entity.

I will love you, forever more,

My dear friend, I will miss you so

Help me to shut this door

So I may open a window,

Help me to see, that here you lie,

No spell can weave its work

No potions, or hocus pocuses

Here you lie

On a bed of snowdrops and crocuses.