Seasons (Come & Gone)

Unfettered footsteps in visions

Illusions shrouded in dawns

Numbing tide tithed to cliffscape

To reminisce of memories come and gone.

Strings once played now mere silence

A puppet now strung on rocks

Collecting dust with every sunset

July and August come and gone.

The season of death comes greeting

Hallowed faces, candles drawn

Gravestones lay in image

A life without music rends the scar.

Subtle existence without message

Every breath taken, voice is gone

Empty space, a lapse professed,

Every noose made carries a yard.

Cannot stand still, for one is broken,

Kick the floor out, come and gone.