my memories flee my grasp.
the seasons will come and go. the question is whether to accept it peacefully or not accept it at all.
we grieve the death of our youth.
melt of snow on mountain caps,the empty stump of a once vital tree,smoke drifting from rubblethe reach of my hand for yours but you drift awaywith the break of the wavescolored red, heartbreak,your tears don’t surface your emotions blind your eyesthe decision made, i see the hatchet bloodshed around us, only my pride left,don’t –Continue reading “don’t”
spring must come to an end. and, when i feel the pain of the cold bite my bones, i must say goodbye.
spring immortal youth shines,rain and warmth forged gentle skiesunder gold heavens summer and icarus died,golden pride burning awayblue waters calm rage autumn Death carried summer,fair mistress buried beneathshroud of burnt red leaves winter exhaling last breath,now Death returned to claim allwhite snow – the graveyard
passage of the seasons.
i. together (you are perfect for me.) together we were beautiful.together we were two halves of a puzzle piece.together we fit.together, we were one. ii. honeymoon (i love you.) honeymoon – we loved each other – honeymoon – we fascinated each other – honeymoon – we were gold to each other – honeymoon – weContinue reading “stages of winter to spring”
the winter breeze waftsthrough the pine needles scatteredover the forest floorin gently woven pilesadorning the rocky groundin front of a grey stone stepsleading to the wooden planks arrangedside-by-side – a portal to the warm beyond.
winter snow falls down,laying the barren brancheswith a soft blanket