The changing seasons

changing like a stormy night,
exploding in the sky, beyond the sun,
their fires could not burn me though,
because of the fire in me was a brighter one.

You looked into my eyes,
and felt the lands,
each islet, lake and trembling tree as near,
the birds by wing, and you by my own hands.

Each breath you drew,
each heartbeat was a dear,

You looked into my eyes,
and rode the winds,
and left the seasons, blowing far and wide;
to carry on each whistfull dream rescinds. 

leave me weeping by my murderous side.

The horror will not ease,
it never could....

You looked into my eyes and understood.