.the..meadow.

Life after death.

Black lace, red poppies.
I can see you smiling, 
But you're so far away.
I'm reaching out,
Why can't I touch you...
Slowly, in this land of death,
Things revive.
I think there is hope here,
And love.
It would be nice to talk to you again,
But for now,
I'll go on dreaming.