Reminiscence

(Note: This is a sequel to my poem "By The Moon") 
 
Walking alone amongst the trees 
To the place where I dreamt of you 
To the stream where we splashed and swam 
I knew it was too good to be true 
I awakened from a summer night 
Into a cold winter morning 
Where happiness is miles away 
And my soul is forever mourning 
I watch the water as it moves 
Freezing death over jagged rocks 
As I sit at the bank alone 
And reflect over all I've lost 
The pain has finally become too great 
To go on another day 
So I slowly walk into the stream 
And I'm quickly swept away

The Stream