Goodnight, Year of Change

Snow whispered unto me
"Nothing remains static"
Yet I remained completely still
While I shoveled the snow away

Second month frozen gave way to warmth
From passion, from anger
From a wealth of confusing events
And spending it all in a volcano

Burnt out in the cold
I shelved my axe once again
Stuck down in a rut
I let the melting snow sail me home

The new leaves bravely sprung to life
As I let the breeze take me wherever
All bent to my will
As the ending of something great came upon me

I waved my savior goodbye
Setting out back to home
Returning to the promised land so shortly after
To while away my time in peace

I waved my lover goodbye
As she flew far out over the sea
And as my body fell apart
I demanded ever more from it

Everything fell apart
Bedridden and heartbroken, I cried alone
Oh, how I wish I could have cried
Oh, how I wish I could have died

Back on my feet again, huh?
I spent the month as I spent the last
But with hope instead of despair
With a spirit formed from thin air

Back in the saddle again, huh?
In my absence, I became a legend
With a lack of self, I fell to despair
I couldn't bear to fall again

From the grim jaws of death, I found hope again
I watched the winds of gray paint my world red
And yellow and brown
As the leaves began to fall again

Freezing once again, I went back home
In the car of someone I didn't know
In the happy memories of someone I'll never know
Or ever choose to see again

A despairing year's hopeful ending
As everything I see before me crumbles and rusts
But I see the color between the gray
Even if no one wants to see it that way
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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December 17, 2014 at 3:15 AM
nice.. I really don't know what else to say.. no critiques, just well done. I like the snow whispering nothing remains static.. cool
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