Four Seasons

Slowly (a life time of small steps back Fades the light towards a tiny waiting grave) As does the bright Birth of an immaculate Smile Spanning the horizon for hope Scanning the world for yes Searching the room for you To face your face To see what you see To hear what you hear To feel what you feel Slowly (a life time of small looks back Recedes the day towards a tiny waiting grave) As does the bright Light of an untraceable Urge Scoping the skies for joy Singing the warmth of birds Shaking the wounds in you To touch your face To please what you see To sooth what you hear To smooth what you feel Slowly (a life time of small kicks back Proceeds the night towards a tiny waiting grave) As does the bright Moon of an irradiant Purge Sapping the vines of spring Stopping the play of sin Solving the lies in you To replace your face To appease what you see To fear what you hear To doom what you feel Slowly (a life time of small slaps back Succeeds the dark towards a tiny waiting grave) As does the bright Death of an unknowable Life Sounding the bells of done Sipping the truth of hell Salting the wounds in you To forget your face To curse what you see To hate what you hear To despise what you feel ----May 2014. Verse written for self-therapy. Composed in a state of anger, frustration, disappointment… It helped. A day later light-hearted humor was back.