Page 10 of Serpent & Saviors

and dancing unashamed.

Living a life completely reclaimed.

She’ll soon give way to none other.

Then to the season we like to call Summer.

Clutching the Seahorse,

with hair the color of wheat.

Wishing that one day they,

all might once again meet.

She clings to the dream, a way to cope.

Is it so wrong to hold out hope?

Tossed in the sea of life,

regretting choices she’s made.

Wishing upon the evening stars,

that it’s all just a charade.

But then, time gives way,

to the season not forgotten.

And with it comes the breeze,

and bright colors of Autumn.

Seated upon the Rabbit,

hair dark as the night.

Sits a young girl,

bathed in the dying light.

Her silence she wears,

like a shroud, secrets so cold.

A carousel of whispers, her story untold.

In my dreams, she is no longer quiet,

but loud and carefree.

Painting pictures for the world to see.

Shadows grow longer, and time slows its pace,

As Autumn gives way,