Path to the Moon ✓

Ashes

When it was summertime
And the sun was always out,
You talked to me so often
That I was all you were about.

The warm breath of summer
Fanning our pink cheeks
Concealed the way we blushed
When catching the other taking a peek.

Then came the autumn winds,
The breeze shaking branches and leaves;
The sun would come out on some days
Just as anything else that breathes.

But now, as the snow falls,
Clinging to the ground and to eyelashes,
Your heart grows ever colder
While our love burns to ashes.

During the winter's icy nights
The sky turns to grey from light blue
When will I ever learn
That ice can burn too?

The summer does not last;
Seasons are things we can never hold.
After all, who would want a love
That cannot withstand the cold?