Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Seasons
Lament
The swallows are flying once again -
Leaving me for better climes…
My love is riding on their wings -
Hope eternal from them springs;
For over forests, rivers and lakes -
Beyond meandering desert dunes -
There lies the spring of your return…
Come back to me – when summer hails -
Come back to me – again…
And for the audio-philes:
Lost in time
It’s the long empty summers
That makes winter such a scary place.
Broken hearts and lost relations
Haunts the soul that’s wandering.
Lost, alone, and so confused,
And in a world that’s tumbling down…
The walls of seasons break and crumble
And spring is lost in monotony.
Where pretty flowers were relief,
Now sun-burnt wilting joins the grief.
Blurry skies and cloudless days
Accompany deserted dreams…
And where’s the comfort that have been
The beacon-light of self esteem?
Where’s the rain that once have cleansed
The rosebuds that now gathers dust?
Unplucked, unloved, not needed now (by the idle hearts)
They will remain there ’till they die…
What of the promises you made -
When I was losing against fate?
The things you said you won’t forget;
Protecting love until it’s dead?
Your well worn words are lost in time
And only now their echoes chime…
