Following my Heart (through seasons of despair)
My hope shall die with the
Roses,
in the spring
bright and fresh and full of fragrance
A single melody in an orchestra of
all things new,
Alone,
I shall be
Old
brown leaves
detaching themselves
from my skeletal being
one by one
Pieces
of me
falling to the sky
Where
my heart used to be
in the clouds
reflected in
the deep blue sea
nowhere to be found
In these frozen
Rocky Mountains
it is so hard to find my way.
(bring me a rose in
the wintertime)
