The Season of Despair

And the west wind cries sorrow

Cuts the heart deep

Deeper than loves love

And purges the pity from the lost

The warm tides of hope

Lap the sympathetic stones

With the warm strokes of love

As the cold winds

Harden their hearts in desolation

Still the season of despair

Wrapped the cold and desolate land,

Unsheltered by hopes whimper, and

The hoar frost of the lost

Whiter than the departed’s shroud

Cry hope, cry compassion

Bring forth faith’s gasp

Sip the thirst quenching juices of optimism

The nectar of desire and

Hopes hope in the self

Live life as if the dawn is breaking

Stand tall on the crimson cliffs

Walk hand-in-hand with fate

For with the dream you belong

With the new dawn sing the new song 

Nov 2011