Seasons

A dollar for death,

A dime for lifetimes,

A season of peace morphed into a season of trouble.

Summer spent in color,

You rested in the arms of another.

Autumn spent in a dream,

Everything seemed beautiful.

Winter spent in the rain,

Freshwater to cleanse your pain.

Spring spent in the blink of an eye.

May these hands heal every soul they touch,

May you find yourself in what you once lost.

And while you were tangled up in sleep,

I was tangled up in leaves.

While you were alone,

I was speaking to your demons.

While you were tied up in dreams,

I was trying to free us.

While you were trying not to drown,

I had been screaming silent sounds.

Peace is just an empty promise.