As the hands of time draw ever near
As the clock comes close to three
I want to say one thing my dear
So still and listen to meWhen soft spring winds on budding bows
whispered gently to the trees
He told them of a secret place
known only to you and meThe light spring wind was gentle,
gave you hope when hope was gone
My wounded soldier onward marched
using brain as well as brawnThen came the summers sunny touch
forcing back the rain
She led you to a higher hill
above a grassy plainYour knees from months of walking
buckled from the strain
The summer gladly caught you
and took away your painSo there you lay in Summers arms
unmoving and unknown
Until the crisp fall wind
showed you the way homeThe cooling touch of autumn
led you by the hand
Across mountains of glass
and oceans filled with sandThe oak trees leaves sighed in the breeze
and fluttered gently down
As my weary wounded soldier
fought to hide a frownThe winter pushed him onwards
never letting him to rest
The winter month though slightly harsh
knew that he knew bestThe cold wind only bit him
when the cold wind knew it should
It pushed him ever onward
ever towards the fairy woodI opened my arms gladly
upon seeing my true love
I knew that months brought us together
when push had turned to shoveIts true i had my moments
when i myself saw death
When the hooded figure towered
I had barely gasped for breathBut my soldier how he begged me
to stay if only just for him
And who was I to refuse
such a lovely whimI met him in the summer months
courted him in the fall
I loved him through the winter months
which were the hardest of them allNow we hang in the balance
as ever do we all
Where dreams become reality
where someone takes the fallSo when you close your eyes my dear
and do not wake from sleep
My weary winter soldier
know that i will weepWe will not long be parted though
for in your footsteps i shall follow
Through the darkened corners
into every broken hallowAnd when the summer months have fled
and winter brings his chill
Know that you are not alone
I'll love you ever stillWe will be reunited
under sun and moon and stars
There is no love stronger dear
or even close to ours
YOU ARE READING
The Minor Key
RandomThis is going to be a collection of all of the poetry I have written plus new ones as I write them. This whole collection is dedicated to my love, Aden Grey. You may be gone from this world but you will never be gone from my heart.