I still remember

I still remember your voice
Like a wet lily
On a dewey winter morning,
As the wind blows past,
It sways and whistles
Under the shadow of a tree
Where cuckoo sings
While the sun rises over the horizon.

I still remember your eyes,
Cajoling me to laugh,
Glistening as if
A slow flowing brook,
Studded with pearls priceless, unknown.
In which I could dive
But not drown. Its your gaze
That'll kill me; and nothing else.