Tulips on graves, frost in the breezes
Standing there, talking to the spirits

Swirling to echoes of you in woods
Dribbled wine of memories of yours

Tears slip down like ice on the floor
Death perils by things we laughed for

Innocence of yours jigging in words
Every memory is the sound of birds

Hope you're free now that you fled
Sealing you into diaries of my head