Dancing With the Seasons

I try to stop you, but I know I can’t.

The ashes of yesterday, still warm in my mouth.

No hidden secrets lurk here inside this wizened skull.

No ancient text scrawled upon this wrinkled brow.

Only the silent word of Time.

 

I dance with the seasons,

To the rhythm of the earth.

The age old song so many

Have heard before.

 

I can hear it sometimes,

Forgotten and forlorn;

Like a lost child crying for its mother.

 

Change, how I loath to love you.

You, who steals the moon and the stars,

And the nights I wish I could remember.

But without you, would I still be the same?

 

 

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