Just Half a Shade

There are four seasons in the orbit of sun,
There are four seasons in the life,
And nothing can be undone.
Just Half a Shade
There are four seasons in the orbit of sun,
There are four seasons in the life,
And nothing can be undone.
In the spring we born and listen magic flute
In the summer we explore and tune
In the fall under the moon we fall in love
with autumn leaves of jazz octave.
In winter, In the empty room of things
The emptiness is in the ceilings,
The emptiness is in the walls,
The shadows of foliage leaves
The memories of little swings
Are taken away by timing wings.
In the empty room we are still intact
With realistic objects, chairs, guitar
In this the time of year the Rite of spring
opens curtains for our last falling star.
Feeling incomplete and distress
We will be released ones again
From ashes and rain
To See it all from the streets,
To enjoy it from the above,
To Feel it from the heart.
The vivid dreams at night fills the room.
We will be released ones again
Like New beam of light in the orbit sun
For the New rite of spring.
Therefore We will not die in the space and time.

October 17 2014