The Souls of All My Dears

The souls of all my dears have flown to the stars

The souls of all my dears have flown to the starsMemory, your hour returns with each new year

I see, I hear, I touch you drawing nearYou step onto the porch and call my name

Your face rests up against the frosted paneLet from the lids of bronze, unmoving eyes

Snow melt and stream like tears each human cries