New Season

All was not right with the existance
I called our paradise.
What once held tales of
True love and happy endings
Was to appear in ruins-
As if scorched by a dragon's flame.

It was as if the sun was setting
On our future-
Once set in stone.
Then witchcraft turned our carvings
From cold stone to brittle wood.
Wood, so delicate
Damaged by rotting time
Or forcible fire.

It was to become a new season;
As the outside days would become
Brighter by sunlight,
My soul was to become
Bitterly cold.
The winter of my heart
Passionless; without hope
Devoid of feeling.

But instead of leaving my life
On the line to freeze,
You chose to cast your light
And blossom a new summer
Into the drifting paradise.

Fear left with the haunting shadow
Before my summer returned,
I'd cried the rain over a land
Screamed the thunder of your name
Cast earthquakes through violence and rage.

Now I have reopened my eyes
Opened to the new growth
As a vine entwined our love once more
Let us spread seeds of nurture and understanding
Watch new emotions enhance our view
To overlook a future of
Winter shine and summer rain.