The broken door

To the garden of cherry trees

Under which we used to dance

Under the falling flowers of spring

The glow of the fading sun and

Our feet on the cool of the grass

Beside the riverbank of the creek

Rippling away from us

The tiny sounds of moving water

And the calling of birds above

Looking through the branches in the sky

As clouds drift by silently peacefully

But now the wall is gone

The door is broken

Half hanging on a hinge

Half not even there

The sun blazes through

And birds scream above

And the sky is red at dawn

I miss the grass beneath my feet

And the flowers above and below us

Everything is but a memory

I long to sing but there are no words