The Seasons of Time
Darkness portrays honesty in a way light cannot.
Light is the clean rain of the morning.
The song of the raven compared to the robin is mystery, secrets, and hope.
When the sun shines, the moon hides.
When darkness reigns, the sun flees.
In a time called fading, I fade with the evening, the morning, the dawn, I fade.
Torn in the middle of worlds apart, the possibilities dance and twirl.
Caught in the present, but lost in the past, of memories, sunshine, and peace.
Look to the future, where dark knows no bounds, where shadows obscure the light of the moon.
The seasons of time are endlessly changing, always a war between the night and the day.
Undecided, a whirlwind of conflict, I am frozen in the seasons of time.