The Ripe Color Of My Skin Has Perished,
Along With The Wide Smile I Once Bore,
Music In My Soul Which I Once Cherished,
Has Fallen Flat And Crumbled To The Floor

The Sweet, Joyful Sun Has Dissipated,
The Flowers Within My Heart Have Withered,
My Mind Has Never Been Vindicated,
My Green Eyes Clouded With Blue Of Blizzard

The Autumn Leaves Are Ragged And Soggy,
As If They Wanted To Mimic My Lips,
The Moaning Voice Of The Breeze Is Groggy,
As It Caresses The Earth's Swinging Hips

O, I Remember The Smile I Wore,
Although, I Recall It Being A Chore

The Winter Is Colder For Those
With No Warm
Memories

The Earth No Longer Nests Within Summer's Clammy Palms,
But Is Suspended Upon Autumn's Chilled Fingers,
Soon To Fall Into The Chasm Where Winter Bides It's Time;
The Dwelling Place Of All Things Which Lie Dormant

The Lawn Remains Long And Untamed,
For The Carcasses Of Summer Leaves Litter The Ground,
The Summer Sparrows Have Flown Down South,
And The Pigment Of My Skin Has Faded With The Sun

The Breeze No Longer Harbors An Exquisite Song,
Only The Husk Of A Hymn Which Was Once Sung,
The Summer Leaves No Longer Whispered In The Trees,
For They Lie Speechless Upon The Frosted Forest Floor

The Branch Bore A Bud,
It Was A Cocoon Of Life,
Soon It Would Errupt

The Young Leaf Emerged,
In Springtime's Renewed Sunlight,
Taking It's First Breath

The Leaf Grew Each Day,
Side By Side With Other Leaves,
They Would Speak Softly

Rain Would Come And Go,
And The Leaves Would Ask For Sun,
They Would Beg The Sky

The Days Grew Colder,
And Nighttime Consumed The Dawn,
The Sun Gave No Warmth

The Leaves Were Different,
They Were Red, Yellow, And Orange,
Ripened From The Cold

Slowly They Let Go,
One By One They Met The Earth,
Concealing Her Skin

The Leaf Recoils,
It's Flushed Cheeks Now Colorless,
The Branches Are Bare

Let The World Envelop Me,
And Abondon My Hollowed Body,
Let The Stars Free Me From Anguish,
And The Error Of Hesitation

Let The Sea Consume Me,
And Let My Weary Eyelids Close,
Let The Current Cast Away My Doubt,
And The Insecurities I Hold Tightly To

Let The Flowers Tickle My Skin,
And Let Them Take Away The Envy,
Tell The Sun To Nurture What Is Good,
And Let The Rest Fade Into The Breeze

Let The Soil Embrace Me,
And Extract All Which Gives Me Pain,
Let The Earth Feed Upon My Hatred,
And Convert My Remorse To Nourishment

Your Gray-Blue Eyes Mimic The Sea,
For They Glimmer Beneath The Sun,
Yet When The Sky Sheds Gentle Tears,
Your Heart Churns With A Sour Rage,
Devouring Each Ray Of Light,
Therefore, Leaving None To Spare,
Which Then Turns Daytime's Brilliance,
Into A Cold And Starless Night