Perennial

Oh dream me a love that never dies,
born again like the springtime,
whose petals fall and leaves may shed,
yet deep beneath is never dead.

Oh dream me a love through winter’s cold,
dream of days when petals unfold,
from buds reborn and branches bare,
in a garden that seemed beyond repair.

Oh dream with me love, a lovers dream,
for such may live ‘neath a snow of grief,
when the petals fall and love seems gone,
dream a love to be reborn.

Oh dream with me love of hidden roots,
that know the names of tomorrow’s fruits,
that hide beneath a winters ice,
to rise again this morning light.