Leaves wither away again, my Spring
The Moon's light shed on glistening sparks
Waiting, yet again, for the lemon-dews of newly lit stars
Until that day, dawns and sunsets
Slopes full of twisting roads
always leading you away from those days of bloom
Running with the clouds
Storms of moons from far away
can torment the scents of roses.
skies and skies make a person go mad
stars and sun's can be seen an eye away.
Yet, as new and old, new and old begin
the dark snow of the moon can be lit white
the memories of forever ago.
You are like the raging waves of the sea.
Always wanting more.
Wanting to reach the land, yet never succeeding.
You are like the flame of a candle,
entrapped by the wax and string.
Wanting to break away to burn down the world.
Yet it succumbs, and reluctantly obeys.
Through those charcoal black eyes,
The spirit of your soul yearns to break free.
It screams out to tell the world of its injustice
but is only received with disgust or indifference.
And in the night, when the moon is half bright
you shed tears for the sorrows and anguish of the