Seasons

When all the light has dimmed And the wind has ceased its calling When all the waves grow still again And the stars finish falling In ash or box or scattered thought Where little else remains The dirt will hold our memories And the stones will bear our names Still think of you in winter’s cold A kiss on icy streets I see your face in spring’s desire A smile between the sheets Smell your skin in summer time All love and salt and sweat I hear you name on autumn’s wind The name I can’t forget When I hear it spoke aloud My heart beats a little faster My mind cannot control itself Like eyes drawn to disaster Everything behind us Catches up in time I hunger for the stillness Of a contented mind When all the light has dimmed And the wind has ceased its calling When all the waves are still again And stars are finished falling In ash or box or scattered thought Where little else remains The dirt will hold our memories And the stones will bear our names