Seasons

Winter Winds

Winter winds whistle as they pass me by, and yet I,
a million steps from home, still remember
the bright face of summer,  the soft shade of that hollow tree,
our eyes as wide as the crayon blue sky.   Wailing winds war with my frail form, and yet I,
a million steps from home, still hear your laughter
pulling me faster,
to rest once again with the shade of that tree,
to fill my eyes with that crayon blue sky,
to finally be with you again.

Summer Nears

Summer nears day by day, and yet I,
a million steps from you, still feel a shudder sometimes
from the void of cold you left behind.
It's never been the same since then,
the shade we shared now just a shadow,
the colours are all asleep again.

Your signs are clearer day by day, and yet I,
a million steps from you, still feel the war against your skin,
a hundred lashes from the wind,
and I hope that you still feel me too,
the warmth inside your heart is mine,
the summer of our crayon blue sky.