Turn of Seasons

Once there was a darkness
Wherein I used to ramble
I couldn’t see the least meaning
Ignored everything about to come

This was at a great distance
To the place where I belong
I couldn’t find the way back
Where I went, I didn’t know

The great turn of seasons
was on my side, always
Set it right when it’s wrong
Remain in good shape

I made me a reason : a life
to be complete needs several seasons _
But then I found out the real meaning :
Living is everything that seems.

Must have been the turn of seasons
That led you right here on my way
As I saw you I caught the message
That tells you : “You’d better stay ”

October, 26 2000

© 2000 Matt Oehler