April is gone
And so its popcorn filled skies
And kaleidoscopic butterflies
But the laughing river flows
Towards poppy fields
And chirping swallows
May is here 
And the spring still waits for me

Lay me down under the summer moon
Let the butterflies burst through my open wounds
And from my forgotten body flowers shall bloom
 

Long has the autumn passed
Silently through the rivers of time
No red, no orange, no yellow leaves
No rain, no wind, no birds
A silence so loud, so dark
And I ask myself, will it ever come back