Circling Way - Dark

I have dreamt of a circling way, When winter in darkish mood plays; The flowers had fallen to earth, To regenerate seed's new birth. And a sleep is a way of time, With passionate desire prime; The landscape of cloudy curves, Grow inside to my aura's nerves. Days have become like night, Sweet roses are nowhere at sight; The odd and dim here all around, Gone are the desires of fire's found. The world is changing in and out, With shallowness of the lonely about; Rough as a flint is now my tongue, Daydreams in everything I'd long. Undulate each way and each step, Moments of memories now into hep; Crazy I am going out of this fall, Winter of boreal making its call. Fly fly away to the relentless heart, Give me the instants of a flying start; Concernment dying into the dark, Another day perhaps again it'll spark.