Turning

I never imagined

Written words over years

Fantasized about it

Took oil to canvas

Thirty One years ago I fell to this earth

Sent by your love to protect your heart

Here I am

Wasted and lost in this ache

No more fantasizing

And no more words carried on

Winter will turn into Spring

And Spring will turn into Summer

Summer will turn into Autumn

And the cycle of seasons will pass

I give up,

I’m turning my wings in.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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