There's always shadows
found in light.
There is a reason
     to the moon,
there is a season
     to the blue
a season meant
     for me and you,
but that's all the
     time we have.
It's all the time
     our love was given
it's what the gods decided,
a season is all
      we'll ever have.
I only see your face
      in the light of unborn stars,
I only hear your name
      In the morning breeze,
and all I know
is the touch of your hand,
      your voice will haunt
me with the music of the dawn.
Sweet evanescence, sweeter death,
      sweeter yet the day we never caught
the time that slipped away from us
      like water falling from your cupped hands.
Your eyes are the oceans that I've lost
       your voice is my last symphony,
my only song, my favorite poem.
Your touch allows my skin to breathe,
      it has become my first and final sin
my philosophy and redemption.
My life will be summed up
      In a season.