Alas, the season beckons to shun it\'s light
Upon the paradise I’ve laid down for myself
Never again shall I dwindle away from the truth
For patterns of her shadows accompany my stay
Till the rain drenches its disenchantment upon my stray
To disembowel the stages of my absolute faith
For I’ve wanted to stay the course upon her ways
But never again will I listen to her lies
Ah, her beauty summons an evening’s candor
Upon the waves of an ocean’s duress
Her sweet song plunders away the ache from the day’s thunder
And romanticizes the sorrow of an abandoned identity
Tears descend, knowing full well it’s well rehearsed
From the beginnings of her own demise upon my heart
For I’ve been dealt a bitter blow to awake at last
To the harsh new bitterness of sunrise blues
To continue a day’s old recourse for another onset of sunsets
Until my heart exhales away her last kiss
To breathe again a newness of spring