Yearn

A beauty it shines
Upon the needles pines
Of frigid memories
Our craving taste of serenity
These droplets reveal me well
As I sense an angels touch
And remembered I fell
For two right hands
Faded away unnoticed of love
In soft but white sand
White sand of white lies
Of once tangled affection
We dance in the flowers
Once I find those eyes
Through these fragile tears
Watching you leave in the mist
With white doves of despair
Where in the dream we kissed