Nostalgia and All

I'm aware that there is no more tomorrow,
and I'll grow in the fields of past like broken daffodils;
The sun shall shine
and rivers will become crystal clear,
And I'll thrive on the richness of those similar soils
as the winds signal such presence,
together with the blades of grass
that touch even the coldest heart...
And the only thing that keeps me from it is you.