My Song

My song is a wonderful sight Into the darkness I know Turning on flowers so bright With every wing of its go I was a daydream of yesterdays Filling the woes so endlessly Surrounded by winter fall’s gray Being just me there and quite free Love is a hurt and my mistress Introduced to that I thought right Swing in its moods and caress Showing me darkness and light Roses of fallen heart-shape Burning to sleep in my breast Either sweet blossoms or grape Evening of thoughts to adjust Daydreams so much for autumn Everything turning in shade Bleak flickers of tincturing strum With every old redden made Turning gardens to love cries Making my heart become alone Saying its summer goodbyes With ashen in its wintery tone