Sight of the season
As the springlight turns on
the guidance to where I'm yet to go
The greatest of reasons
Endless beauty withholds
every turn to a common goal

Light of the reason
But the rain dimmed the chance
for a green scented rendezvous
Sun wakes the early
as he finds an excuse to rebuild his recent bower

The seasons were drawn
with a lady arriving with dawn
But the vision remains
a reminder of yearning
all the while she gets unto the path

Edge of the woodland
There has always been nymphs
where the untouched forest begun
The sprite as the fiddler
hanging round for a chance
to play out his sincere adoring

The meadows unfold
and the sun will be warming the cold
And the vision remains
a reminder of yearning
all the while she gets unto the path

I recall the scenery
A delayed winter laid down
when a lady crossed right through the hall
with blossom undone
Any word all yet to conjure
Any tune all yet to play
So I could not really hope to raise
expressions for display

When the moon is on a mean streak
and the lightpole sheds its beam
the undressing of our buckled brains
reveals inner dreams
Then a sudden encounter
yielded signs for all to see
And I dared not think such beauty could
ever apply to me

What's the trigger for the ones
who never needed confirmation?
Give me a forest where act is derived from a reason
Prolonged youth seasoned with guidance
Fear of ending all the readings
Hers is a digest, mine is an expired edition
Still a fiddler entertaining
looking for an audience
Then for a moment of glow
Could it really be true that she set for the show?

I don't mind the desert
if the night oasis yielded water
Though when the trees trade their room, I can't take how it's growing
So much for a show of hearts
The room is friendly - temporarily
Noone could tell if she's ever sincere with her smile
Though, I'm sure if I could make it last
I would rewrite the past
Is it a fall when the dreams of the night
always seem to lead back to her sight?

So, the sun may be warming the cold
But it won't ever show what I'm told
So the vision remains a reminder of yearning
all the while she gets unto the path

Sight of a season
But the season denied any more reasons to abide
So, on with the treason
of the heart trying to clear out the reasons of her beside