You gifted me a cloud.
It melted in my palm, and through my fingers trembled
And ran towards the sea.
I watched it melt upon a wave of golden sunlight,
To hold it in my arms again, I turned into a river
And chased the treasured vapour
So that you’d know how much your kind bequest
Had meant to me.
For once upon a dream you had been mine
Yet with each passing day
The memories of our erstwhile time
Lose their cadence and like wintry flowers
From my horizons flee.