Dead Season

The autumn leaves brighten the dullness of blue,
A fire amoungst the dying tune, ceasing a reason of it to renew.
the wind kissed, oh how so tender in the night,
A rythem of love that brought my heart to delight.
Though the season shall change and into my eyes grow weary and cold.
For in Winter bite brought only my tears to hold.
Beauty and brilliance shall fade as only the dying sun,
The years trail on with no where to run.
Though a child upon memories to cast my soul into infinate desire,
Brings the awakened mind to life shall it retire.
For now No more season, no more tune.
No more Autumn that became of you.