All is new as a new dawn breaks - wildflowers abloom like the fireworks on a dark and barren night. The first sun beams that break across that land, much like a sweep of gold as a result of one such delicate Midas touch. The harsh frosts melt and a new era flourishes - such a beautiful sight to see; as pretty as a painting. Even the strictest winter's footprints dissolve to provide the crystalline streams that irrigate the plains restoring precious life to a field that saw only despair - a "dream field" of a slumbering child~
With every step there is a song of wonders to be and will become. The scent of happiness that wafts in the air and brings such delight and excitement to a stone-cold heart that refused to shine. Spring was a miracle: spring is a miracle. Spring was the hope that awoken the sleepy and gave rejuvenation to one so dying... So let it be...
Then there's summer - the season of love and passion so warm it sunburns. The shrilling songs of the cicadas that signals the arrival of this season. So bright and irritating but so distinct and familiar. The cacophony of sounds that brings the summer fever to the dating couples in the parks of the evenings - strolling so gently but so romantically (your hand in mine - my hand in yours)... As we walk, as we walk, as we walk all night...
The sun's so merciless, bringing scorching heat to anyone in his path. The hearts that sweat in the blistering heat, the heat that ignites the passion of the soul... the heat and sound of a couple making love in the bushes of a hot and sweltering night - made mystified by the fireflies that swarm the gardens like shooting stars and twinkling little fairy lights. Summer was the heat that scorched the heart and numbed the senses - it brought great addiction and satisfaction to one who awoke from a beautiful spring... so hot it was; so intense it became... it was the heat that one could never forget but savour.
But all good things always comes to an end - because with the peak comes the fall and with dawn comes dusk... What comes from the earth dies and goes back into the earth as ashes: ashes we were and ashes we become indeed... The emerald lush can bear their vibrancy no longer. Subjected to the turn of the seasons to shed their beautiful coats and succumb to an ocean of red and barren branches.
So as we sit on a creaking swing and watch the sunset in the west, do we remember the times when the scenery around us was so much different? When the wind was not so empty and quiet and when the land once seemed so brimming with life-everlasting. The night seemed longer even though it was always the same - just the longing grew deeper, weaving itself insidiously into the depths of our hearts.
I'm sipping on a cup of freshly brewed tea... reminiscing a memory that I could not safe and cherishing the remains of an ember that I felt was soon to be extinguished. In autumn we remember and in autumn we learn to cherish what we once had and now do not. In dusk we long for dawn and with every dawn we appreciate each and every single day even as the winds got harsher (bringing with it the howling cold) and the trees provided less and less cover with each passing day... Autumn will be the final leap ~
Alas... there is only silence. Even in the mid of day and the deep of night there is only nothing but dead silence. It became so cold suddenly and so quickly that my heart froze and so did my blood. Even nightly tears crystallize and those wet eyes become so dry. So sleepy... so sleepy...
Always hoping but never really believing... that after this season there will come another spring... that in this season the winter hibernation will be the last; or simply because a cycle is too torturous for one whose heart is so tender and wounded...
I don't know if I'll wake up anymore... if the sun will ever come or if I'll live through the night... I only know it's cold and I take comfort hiding under a blanket beneath my bed. The only refuge from the elements and the only mask from all the lies~
Winter is the ultimatum of life... the ultimatum deciding between if I died inside or not...
