Archive for February, 2008

Winter’s Guest

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

Help me now, stop me please
I’m begging, crying, on my knees
All I want is sweet release
from these haunted memories

Summer, winter, fall again
Where is Springtime, my old friend?
Haven’t seen it since I don’t know when
Seems its lost its way again

Blossoms gone, the breeze has died
Swaying branches, side by side
Rain keeps falling, far and wide
Leaving nothing left to hide

All laid bare, now laid to rest
Flowers pinned upon her breast
Music played, a last request
Forever stilled as Winter’s guest

© 2/17/2008 zawacki