She still...

She still hears his voice,
In the dawn cries,
Of the birds that wing their way,
Across the ripples of the lake,
And the tiniest of sighs from the gathering winds,
A thousand miles away,
And she can still see his face,
Silhouetted in the morning light,
Smiling in her memory,
That she intends to bury someday.

~Rei Shiori