SO another year's gone by
like the screaming of the wind
and the gentle willows sigh
and the riverbanks have thinned
SO hold back the flood for one more day
The Season's come again once more
so allow at least me one last say
before I meet you once again, on the front step of your door
YOU are the season don't you see?
the thing I most desire
your love has going kept me to be
as I'm dazzled by the fire
AS the demons howl close to here
as the darkness yet breaks forth
hold me once again my dear
as I dare to travel North
YOU ARE READING
The Minor Key
AcakThis 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.
