I had such a hard time
and I'd thought it was through
but being that close made me see
after this long, still I love you
still
as the winter frost on grass
as the tears that fell
into a mercury puddle
on the edge of the wishing well
still
as sugar cane fields in summer
as a raven perched in a dying tree
as damp moss drying in sun
as the recollection of memory
still
loving you endlessly
past mountain and winter morn
let it all stand silently
each minute you're reborn
into my memory, a heart that's torn
still.