Seasons
on the narrow road, 
when the autumn was turning 
into winter, i walk alone
as a lonely heart, with
no hopes of reaching home,
for the summer was clear
and the short road has ended
among nowhere to proceed
then you come along,
lighting the warmth in my heart
giving hope, oh young traveler,
pass along this pass with me
i know the differences
in the dreams we are torn apart,
i seek not to seduce
but love to embrace
my soul, to rest and move along
as the seasons of life
as the spring is yet to arrive
-Butterfly_Dreamer


dedicated to my young traveler who hates me