12. My Seasons, at Her Garden

Summer's raven fly
As I stand underneath the fading sky
In hope of seeing the falling star
That I know, will shed its last light
Upon a land afar
(I thought I knew; But I was wrong.)

Her tears will fall upon the milky way
Finally her sorrow, will less weigh
As her shine will by degrees wane
And her last smile, I know, is a tired feign.
(She deceived me... Or was it me, who was wearing a guise?)



I close my eyes and the world stands still
The spirits weep in the distant hill
(I never saw her cry. The spirits... I never saw them.)

You          Never       Reach

You are always near

You         Never        Speak

I can always hear

Your smile, is frozen
-Like the winter morning cloud,
Like an iceberg in the endless sea of ice-
On the lost pages of lost time
On a secret corner of my desolate
heart
(Nothing remains the same forever.)

I can see, but never touch
My hands grasp at the empty air,
Like the emptiness of my soul.
(It was then filled... My soul.)



Your voice, I keep hearing
-Like the song of the happy morning birds,
Like the first shower of desert rain
Like the last raven calls, at the end of the dying light-
From the other end of my broken memories;
(I've made some new ones. The old... Maybe I've forgotten them.)

I still remember your voice
I've guarded it well, against the
assault of time
I hope you are happy now.



Your eyes, they still stare at me
When I look at the stars
Or at the fireflies in my vacant garden,
Under the tree that you planted
When we were young;
It still lives, I've watered it well
I hope you are smiling now.
(Times change. And so do I.)