on the season of leaving

it is but a cycle
and cycles know best to spin forth
and accelerate

"hasten slowly,my love
hasten slowly..."

it is but a cycle...

i explain to him with a mouth full of words

...this season of leaving

and silently
we are all awaiting our tryst with fate

it is not until your time has come to leave
that you realise how long your wait has enslaved you

it is not until your time has come to leave
that you realise that the season of leaving is purely everlasting

"i feel a meditative calm
no remorse
no creases on my forehead
no stirring of the sanctity of the mind
no requiem in the heart
i feel a meditative calm
when you say your time has come..."

it is almost like a resplendent Spring;this season of leaving
it is the blossoming of novel journeys and freshly chalked paths over yellowing pages
it is the fruition of a cluster of tiny little dreams bearing aroma and promise

"wipe away your tears,my love
there is no frost that needs to thaw
wipe away your tears
save them for an autumn sublime
or perchance summer-coloured longings
save your precious tears,my love
for this is but a season of leaving
and a season of leaving is purely everlasting..."

a fond and heartfelt farewell to all those whose times have decided to take them a-flutter to lands of allure and dreams

my god will keep you blessed through wind and shine
let never the change of the seasons affect your glide

remember that all my love will travel with you wherever you choose to go

adieu
adieu
adieu