For My Violet

A violet springs from haunting black sands,
Breathes in the crisp autumn air.
Scent of summer still lingers on your hands
And I cannot help but quietly stare
At the puddles of blue, resting silently.
The blissful dreams they must be dreaming,
Even when thunder claps so violently,
And for long I should have been sleeping.
Oh, how tender that scent of summer!
I close my eyes and see the black sands.
The sands that feel like no other,
The sands that cover my heartland.
Blue as the violet, your puddles are still.
My grey skies leave droplets on your windowsill.
Oh, violet – don’t leave my rain behind!
Crisp autumn air together we can find,
The cherry-blossom kisses waiting for us.
Let’s go together through dawn and dusk!
I promise you, sweet violet – spring will come.
We’ll dance in the rain till the clouds are gone.