I. Autumn came wearing forlorn eyes.
her relief made branches afloat amidst the storm,
yet leaves still fell with memories unmade.

II. Summer came wearing radiant eyes.
her laughter painted tall grasses, rows of  trees and fields of corn.
she smiled so bright sunflowers bloomed,
leaned her way, and mistaken her for sunlight.

III. Spring came yet her eyes remained the same.
although I'd argue, her gaze held winter's weight.
Her lips as tender as the earth kissed after rain,
as her smell sprouted daises in her wake.

IV. Tested by time as seasons unfurled.
throughout autumn's loss, summer's radiance and spring's quiet bloom.
The cold may touch with its chill,
Yet even then,
Winter never came.

The lament of a maiden
Cried to the night sky
"Sweet lover,
I will pluck your heartstrings
And sing my call out to you
Hear that my heart is true:

May the mist carry
My words of love
Swiftly to you
On its vaporous hue
Causing it to arrive
With the morning dew

As I look out on my morn
My lonely heart is torn
If I could send you my arms
Across this large divide
I would embrace you
To be your guide

What starts as a mere mist
Will soon envelop you with
A thread-woven protective bag
Filled with this song.  So,
You can trace your way back
It is on its way to you

Let our love be the compass
That guides you home to me
Following the many lines
Of our love and life on our map
The lines of which can be seen
By only you and only me

Follow the line leads you straight
Across this distance home to me
Across these vast seas remember
Our life is more than a mist,
More than a mere song
Our love will continue on and on

He found me,
in my abandoned castle,
chasing the dead.

Dancing with despair,
in the daylight.
as it had me in chains,
at night.

My fears,
befriended my sins.
And this medley,
got me twirling to its rhythm.

Amidst this ill-lit feast,
I saw a face.
I stopped,
To get a better glimpse of him.

I fell on my knees, weeping.

All this time,
he has been waiting for me.

Each of my teardrops,
turns into a snow-white pearl,
in his hands.

Then,
he gently,
put them in the pockets,
of his holy tunic.
And I looked at him in awe!

He smiled and said,
Pearls made of tears,
always reminds me,
of my strongest warriors,
on earth.