The Last Poem of Seasons.A Poem by Travis LoveAn interesting poem I wrote intertwining the ideas and feelings of love, with the flow of the seasons, and the world.The seasons of my mind and the seasons of my soul. Come together like the bird whistles in the sky. “Both beautiful, mysterious.” The angels sing in tolls. For sure they fly in harmony like angels, by and by.
The only thing that happens true To keep my soul from singing high, Is when the troubles amuck are blue And all that I can do is cry.
But fear not friend for this I say. I believe in truth and find: The seasons are like beauty days. So tempest winds, I don’t mind.
A beautiful bird of my soul and the night Restless and longing for a chance to rest. Yet the bird finds to his fright, He was put to the ultimate test.
Yes the seasons are like sun and moon, And also like the bird and soul. If you look and see, you’ll soon Find your heart is not stone.
So fret not friend, and do not fear. Trouble comes and trouble goes. But listen closely, far and near, The beautiful seasons call real low:
“Oh beautiful heart, and beautiful soul!” It’ll say as it grows stronger. “I love everything and you’ll know, I will live on for longer.”
So with a season comes, a seasons leaves. And when it does, I quiver. For only I can think that thieves, With ruthless hearts won’t shiver.
If this poem isn’t helping you, To find out why you’re in this. Then look ahead and you’ll see through The season ends with a sweet kiss.
<3 S.W.A.K.
~Casiél Wintermoon, 7/29/09, 1:40 P.M. © 2009 Travis LoveAuthor's Note
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