The Fallen Season

Before the azure of time I kneel before you
Embrace the soul for which I’m due…
Dead winter dead I see the sun
The unfolding season is yet to come…
Seasonal colors of silence is finally here
Tender clouds at the dawn of year…

Now I say winter dead ever things red
The govern rays of the sun I surrender in dread…
My thoughts bleed like the melting snow
And now I intend to embrace your red soul…
What have they done to our sons, our season
Flowers of spring I embrace you at the mouth of reason…

Spring persuades the slow colors of birth
Silver streams, distant scenes of romance and death…
Rain drop patterns in reverse of a drowning pain
I cradle the winds that carry the smell of rain…
The wings of youth tend to drift afar
As I embrace the youth of your Indian summer hair…

Summer brings growth, grace at the mouth of dawn
Now beyond the earths reach we must spawn…
The muse in our soft dreams tend to stray out of sight
I adore the child that lays in the fields of a starry night…
Oh to the unclouded sky I unclose my eye
And I endure the autumn scent that every thing must die…

Autumn brings the slow movement of life
The silence, the fading colors in all hope and faith…
In the shadows they dance to the sound of our fallen season
And the clouds move sideways as I embrace the dead sun…
Now push death a little deeper for I’m not ready this year
For our flawless winter is ready and our season shall not fear…