Lonely. Cold as a winter's midnight. Lost and scared
I sit pondering this scenic sonic room.
For time passes slower here, shrouded in glory and gloom.
Death and Desperation dance
Like snowflakes hand in hand. They whirl and twirl
Across all the Seasons of Me.
There's nothing left to lose, nor anything left to gain.
Damp memories cry inside my heart. So many tears,
They drown me. Gown me. I wear a veil made of
Spring's flooding rains. Just another natural disaster.
Ah, but once, I had heat. All the fire and fury in
Summer's electrical storm. I was the unpredictable
Tornado, touching ground, where and when I chose.
Until finally, I became the hurricane, hopelessly
Rooted in the deep dank depression
Which seeped into my soul.
When will I be touched by the glow of Autumn's
Harvest moon? To divine the richness that she reaps,
Taste the glorious golden grain, drink of the fruits of
Passion once more. Is it too far ‘til fall?