[Lubesh]

I feel like I am drifting
Call me close
The sky is not uplifting
Small the dose
Of despair’s bitter taste and remedy
Tomorrow’s sun is shy
The moon is tonight
Should I die
And if I do then tell me
What your summer was like
What will your winter be?
All the while, without me
Will the birds sing sweetly still?
Or will summer cry a misty chill
Haunting autumn sweeps a melody
Dead leaves chase the abandoned tree
Cling to me and wrap tenderly
Your warmer summer days

I feel I have been taken
Hold me near
The dreams are not for waking
All in fear
No colours here amid sleeping hope
Tomorrow’s day is turned to night
But morning is here
I will die tonight
Before I do, tell me
What you will do without me
When you do, then send me
Into spring’s warm arms awaiting
Summers amber smile abating
Into autumn’s cooler sating
Of the ambling seasons all
Longing for Winter’s sigh

[Peppy]

That's sad to me. I was wondering what it could mean, but I have two interpretations of what it could mean. The first one was based on nature and life, but the second one was sad. I don't like to talk about the second one, it's depressing as hell, I wouldn't want it to be on my worst enemies, or any friends.

Good poem, Lu.

[Vorcla]

Wow. Excellent, but depressing. The rhyme is beautiful; not at all trite. I love this - but it's hard for a sensitive soul like me to read. Wonderful.

[Lubesh]

Thanks both of you.