Fade

Time fades the leaves to a soft brown
And the sun bleaches out the grass
To make way for the distance of winter
Greens gives way to shades of red and amber
Rain to snow and warmth to cold
Each it's own master of a season
A change, a fade from one to the other.

Sleepy Live Ode

When silence falls on darkened eyes
Memories of warmth in moonlight
Pervade the sleeping mind
Of shallow breaths and long kisses
Once partaken like forbidden ambrosia
In secret by a lake calm beneath the stars.

As the eyelids droop moments become dreams
Invading the subconscious with love and life
Deepening connection and bond
That already runs deep into the soul
And peace descends like snow
Falling gently on sleepy hearts of old.

Oh! To when love turns to memory
And fades from life to dreams
Caused by distance of two hearts
Bound by more than romance, sewn as one
But now to sleep and in dreams reunite
Until arms clench the breast of love once more.

Life, spring...change?

With every step
A quiet victory
And with each breath
A simple definace.
Treading onward
Ignoring the fatality
Ignoring the futility
Dancing all the same
Regardless of the mist
Chasing our hearts
Robbing our flesh
Killing us slowly.
The dance is what matters
It's always what mattered
Some people only live to die
But others live to dance...

“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” - Abraham Lincoln

If I have learned anything in the past 3 months it is that nothing is permanent and you never know what is around the corner. If you had told me 3 years ago that my father was going to die from cancer, I would probably have laughed at you. It's amazing how perspective changes so quickly and so greatly. I've been thinking about the above quote a lot lately. I don't know exactly why but I know it has a lot to do with a corner that I am turning soon.
I'm am actually looking forward to my 24th birthday here in a little bit. I think that it will be a good year, a year of healing and a year of new beginnings. I am trying to consider it my spring.