MY HEART TO BE

O Autumn’s life, that brings forth Winter’s death

Be kind to me!

I seek life in thee, give me a radical root to hold,

Or I may rot in a fool’s dismay

For my heart it yearns and for yours it breaks,

The wrenching, felt for costly stakes.

Be kind to me!

A Summer’s breeze and Spring’s fruitful honey

I wish I saw!

But I see not what sees the sea,

I fear for what could never be.

My hands, they grasp your fleeting air,

They trail behind your skin so fair.

A future so distant and incredibly bright,

I wish I saw!