Phases

Darkness falls Separate, are heart and mind Melancholy calls And governs for a time December, it is In my icy heart of hearts I await spring’s kiss To oblige the cold’s depart I fear not the frost Will be forever present I merely pay the cost For delight well spent The flowers will come Then die, and come again Somber days are some Harm done, the sun will mend The pieces of my being On scales, always they lie Tomorrow is worth seeing Should I laugh, or cry