SPRINGTIME

Springtime in life

Don’t come but once

She wondered

As her youth faded

As she shrugged

From bedtime cold

It dawned upon

Her scarred face

 

The girl is no more

The woman has grown tall

Barefooted through

Barren lands

She and her star arose

Barefooted through

Barren lands

 

The woods

Will speak for her

And the graves

Be like clay

Moulded into

A forreigner’s mind

A core of crimson

Tidal wave

 

The blossoms of honey

And snow

Well like tears

From her eyes

She’s long gone

As her smell lingers on

She’s long gone

As her smell lingers on