Seasons

We all get stung
by the eternal noonday sun
eyes dried out
sockets left bare
spending our waking hours
in the darkness

It was then I completed true love
I did what was best
ceased to kiss your skin
left my memories
awakened the fear of lonely dreams
left your hand bare

Now shaking
on shifting ground I carry on
I wonder if a new heart
can take this weary load

New hearts
determined to plant pleasant dreams
I await all of our seasons
to test our fields worthy
for the rays of shining sun
watching the rain
sending tiny messages of good will
I anticipating to see what grows
wondering if the rain does fall
not measuring where it lands
day in and day out
hoping I was not too late
thinking on all the wasted hours
Thinking of your heart
striving to make it at home with mine
I want to be alive
everything to be real
not perfect
to be awake

I long for your eyes to be open
met by every shade
of imperfection and imperfection
to do what I can
and maybe
if I am allowed
to go beyond what I can

To take that chance
waiting
for in the
Summer
Spring
Winter
to see the harvest
of the Golden Fall

and in that Fall
together