FOUR SEASONS PAST
© January 28, 2002, © November 1997 (Original Version)
Seasons pass, and love lasts only as long as Winter winds and Summer suns of seasons past,
For within the dull gloom of a full moon during this autumn evening,
I resume to illume four seasons past of a love for which I’m grieving,
We met after the Spring bloom of dazzling daisies and vivid violets,
She caught my eyes under the Summer highs and I never again closed my eyelids,
I left them open to a love of secrets unkept and promises unbroken,
And of lyrical tokens she sent me of words never before spoken,
Words that eased the pain of freezing rain when the storms of Winter would blow ,
And relieved the Christmas grieve of being wet or cold when she blew me warm kisses without
waiting for mistletoes.
But seasons pass, and death took her breath, stealing the sweetness of those kisses blown,
Away, she has flown like a dried fallen leaf when Fall draws on,
Because all seasons pass, like the four that did before and are now all gone,
Leaving me only to remember how she lit light on those dark December clouds,
Light that has broken and flown like a scatter of fading embers now,
Broken and flown deep into the holes of heaven’s whirlwinds,
When I foolishly hoped that she would still be my girlfriend,
Even when seasons cease and the world ends.
Yes, I had whispered and told her as she laid upon my shoulder,
How I would always hold her even as these sad seasons grow older and older,
But even sad seasons pass, and many have since the day death met her,
Begging to stay for a fifth season, but the angels never let her,
And now, while hiding under these November clouds of lightning and thunder,
I’m fighting to wonder if there’s any more reasons as,
To why so much pain has been suffered while thinking of her and the four seasons past.