For many moons, the seasons sown
With butterflies and beasts of bone
And in the waning of the days
A final fall into the haze
The stir of echoes forever near
That rises up to breach the ear
Singing songs of long lost flames
Of passion sacrificed to games
A weary heart that yearns to heal
Begs mercy as a last appeal
Spare the soul, the tender dove
The poison of unrequited love
A snowy white and silken breast
Sweet visions of a mind possessed
Yet ‘neath the gentle fall and rise
The budding rose is left to die
The spirit fades in the assault
So many seasons all for naught
The soul is hardened by the years
Soaked in the brine of unshed tears
The cardinal thrashes in its cage
Torn between betrayal and rage
Through the rails, the blood has spilt
But swallows hard the bitter pill
Trapped deep inside the hornets' nest
Memories bound and laid to rest
No moving forward or turning back
The yesteryears now fade to black
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Copyright © 2010 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
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