I’ve tried to reach your grasp,

Alas, it is lost forever,

Yet this warmth of your summer sun,

that had melted my frost-bitten winter,

still lingers with me,

Your eyes are now close to an endless sleep,

but still I am under your gaze of concern,

Your lips are now that of a wilted rose bud,

but still your words whisper in my ear,

Your hands are now laced in a cold bond,

but still I am wrapped in your protection and love,

  Your feet are now synonym of the roots of an uprooted tree,

but still you have left me your footsteps,

giving me wings to soar higher into the skies.