The springtime breeze blows soft again,
but these cedars still remember
the biting cold of howling winds
under moonlight in December.
I saw in your face
all the light of springtime shining;
under willows by the stream
your mother swam in as a child.
Back then, we smiled like
the universe was made for us;
so we could be there,
that tried to catch the light inside our eyes.
But I knew that if I left you there
at the ending of the summer,
your name would fade with fading leaves
into the passing of a season.
So I left with the wandering leaves,
your voice upon the wind;
that gently carried my name
to the sea.
I cast my love upon the coast
where the ocean opened wide, and there
before my eyes
swallowed your name.
I watched those waves every day
through that winter.
Sometimes I may still glimpse your face
At the changing of the seasons;
And I may remember, for one moment
the colour of your eyes.
Never did those winter waves
bring back to shore your name,
it may return to me
on a breeze through springtime willows.