The Seasons Died

2014-04-27_04_24_43-joel_roderick_bissonby Joel Roderick Bisson04 Nov 2015

The trees are ever so cold
When the summer sun dies again
And all that remains is ash
Ashes of our dying love
Remain so cold and pure
As the sun is above
From what lies is such treasure
And what could've been in
A dream, alternate reality
What was left from ash
Turns a cold ember
In this reality means forever.