Love will rein over death until the end of this life's dawn.
Seasons Passing
By Kainen
Winter air
Touch him,
Cool him,
Hug him,
Hide him
*
Tears from him turn to ice
His eyes once with spirit are now with sorrow
Roses, blood red in his hand,
He walks to where the granite stones gather
*
Winter air
Surround him,
Bind him,
Comfort him,
Love him
*
Thinking of the past he lays the roses to rest
Winds gusting, slapping at his back
The cries of the past whisper in his ear
Images of his love fade in his eyes
*
He hears them all,
Sees them all
He looks
He cries
He mourns