On the Season Passing

How does the moon know the madness?
How does the sky know the shift?
How does the air know the consequence
As the warm day dreams drift

When is the moment, time changes?
When does the wind turn to foe?
How were we filled with hope
And when did that hope turn to go?

I mourn for the unkept promise
I sit vigil for the time unspent
I eulogize the wasted moments
I'm not certain where they went

I wish for the blossoms to follow
I set sight on a warm Spring stream
I pray for every heart left wanting
I pray for every dream

[Jae]

:(. Lovely words and cool (creepy) pic!

[Annie D]

nothin' ay - your pants are on fire

[Annie D]

This one