A Distant Season
What season is this…
When I want to float far away
To a distant place
But somehow
Still hold on to everything dear to me?
Winds change so quickly
The veil of warmth rises
On a whim
Taking a toll
On the pieces of my corner of the world.
The veil of warmth rises
On a whim
Taking a toll
On the pieces of my corner of the world.
Snow on the beach
Still air at odd moments
The chill of the sun
Whispering breezes
The swirl of past moments around me, like dead leaves.
The sky is farther away
Out of sight, out of mind
And I am blind
For being unable
To see what matters most of all to me now.
Out of sight, out of mind
And I am blind
For being unable
To see what matters most of all to me now.
If I can just float
In still waters a little longer
And let the storm pass…
Will I be here,
Or will I finally find another season?
In still waters a little longer
And let the storm pass…
Will I be here,
Or will I finally find another season?
2 comments:
Nice! I hope the "storm" is clearing for you and your man, and that things are becoming calmer!
As they say "the unknown is only temporary", so stay strong dear ... troubles are never permanent and will soon come to pass.
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