The Music of the Seasons

And there were sweet singing days When first we left the valley and the shadowed wood We headed west and saw the promise in the sky A pledge of future hope, of love that never dies Collecting every song we could We sang them happy on our way And there were warm piano nights Within our hand-built cabin in the sheltered glade A haven here, a starry heaven up above Moonlight sonatas as we lost ourselves in love The happy home we two had made The flickering of the firelight And there were dark drumbeat storms When lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky I could not fathom depths of sorrow in your heart I could not understand the need for us to part Could only wonder as you cry And watch you stumble to the door And there will come soft silent rains On nights when I will think of you and lose my soul You’re headed west and he can promise you the sky A world of future hope and love that never dies And I will sing my own soft song And dream again my own sweet dream inspired by Rod Stewart 'Mandolin Wind'

Max

aged male wannabe poet from NSW Australia who appreciates the excellent posts on this site and would like to contribute in time

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