Candles burn
The fire heats the boy with teary eyes
Unknown for the fog hides the
Familiar eyes after the rain
Lowliness calls
Between the sinking ships
As the waves corrupt the peaceful wake
Upon the summers gaze
Willows cry
For years standing still no emotion
Only the wind to blow away
The leaves once standing strong
Autumn’s glow
Memorizing the life before the death
Winters cold
White beauty blankets still
For the fire will burn
As it heats the boy with teary eyes
What a beautiful way to explore the seasonal changes. Your words left behind raw feelings of longing... almost a hunger for the fierce wind of winter to sweep away your misery and pain. I loved the metaphores used to express your feelings of "lowliness"... my favorite lines were "Upon the summers gaze Willows cry" The image of wind softy flowing through a field as you hear the sounds of willows crying isa memory I have from my childhood... so maybe I am partial to this peice! A beautiful tale of seasons turning... I do believe I may have a new favorite!
Very neatly, nicely done. I can't think of a single thing to change here, you got it right.
I understand you have another meaning in this than simply the seasons, but I haven't figured it out yet. OK I'm editing this. I'll go for world pollution and global warming...any luck?
Submission Name: Cycle
