Sad Song

Sadness is a hand you believed in,
and she, like the dew, vanished with the first light.
Dew is sorrow, sorrow is a tear,
with which every flower weeps at dawn.

The sadness has stilled the wind, cradled in your hair.
Sadness is the trace you left upon the sand.
Sadness dwells in cold, in wind and in darkness,
sadness lives in your waiting eyes.

Sadness is a farewell cry, a calendar page torn,
and in the eyes of those who have known sorrow.
Even for a fleeting moment, in the wind and the darkness,
sadness settles in your waiting eyes.

Sadness is a helpless child I hold in my arms.
I will search for a piece of you now, your face,
and in the cold, and in the darkness, and in the dew, I will search for a piece of you.
Is there sadness in me?