the season of goodbye

        
"tell me wanderer of the coming summer
as you walk through what's left of spring
does he whisper of a passion so rare
emblazoned on the flesh of a lover
his power to scorch with the lust of another?"
 
"while the flowers fade
vibrant shades turn brown
and then are blown away
will it also be with a love
just a passing season?"
 
"tell me what you see  
as you walk through the valley
within the wisdom you've gathered
let us wrestle with the future"
 
"I know you fear eternal winter
as the last sun sets on your heart
but surely you knew  
as the sun fled the landscape
that your time was growing short"
 
"tell me wanderer
are you prepared for the chill
of a love grown cold
have you prepared your heart...

for his last I love you?"