Marie
seasons come and go—
Autumn falls deep into Winter’s
frigid embrace, a powdered laced snow
pillow to rest your head upon
to fall is to be tricked...
yet we “sleep” every-time
i cannot give you what you want in this moment
my soul is a different darkness
when the nuit comes to swallow us whole
we shall spare heat to warm the sacred place we plummet
so yes, take me home tonight on this frigid december
all i can provide is a Cold Comfort
seasons come and go—
Winter hides Spring’s
vibrant hues, rays of sunshine and light
changing with each day that passes
time will not hesitate, moments remain fleeting
dark will turn into day
our voids will never be the same
your agony will end, no more cries
no need to worry my dear
Spring will come, its just buried beneath all my Lies
seasons come and go—
Spring dances with Summer’s
melodic tune and chirping
birds... flowers and wind all cheer
smiling with your vibrant soul,
slowly they will be poisoned but the time is not now
enjoy our souls intertwined...
touching one another with different personalities
envious the other seasons become
if only one could truly understand your Delicate Sensibilities
Written for April Marie
