Ancient Youth

I. Spring
Dewdrops cling to the
crooning roses of this restless Earth.
My fingers scrabble to
save the blossoming hundreds
but my palms shed scarlet tears
that mingle with your own.

Oh, how old we’ve grown.

II. Summer
The sun unleashes its golden glory on the
slumbering waters of this restless Earth.
Your placid reflection stares
back at me
but the clarion rays blind me from the
truth in your eyes.

Oh, how old we’ve grown.

III. Autumn
Fallen leaves spiral way up high in the
dancing forests of this restless Earth.
Paroxysms of wind are powerless against my
leafy fortress
but they carry away the
last whispers of you.

Oh, how old we’ve grown.

IV. Winter
A pale blanket covers the Earth
upon which we parted ways.
Angels melt into the
frosty white around us
but never grace the
misty breaths between us.

Oh, how young we’ve grown.

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