Light is dim
In fact, it is naught
Spring went into summer,
Yet summer stepped aside
As autumn took its place
Then
autumn died
And winter came to stay
Beyond the waste remains of
Autumns decayed suit
Neither heat nor frost
Maketh any
difference
Silent solitude
Winter's reign
That which once was
And perhaps once more to be
Sleeps...
In the land
where dreams are reality
And reality is no more to be
If thou from 'ere canst see
- Solitaire reality -
Winter thy cryb, and
thus,
Thine crypt...
...And by spring's soft embrace you will awake
From winter's peaceful sleep...