Where Did My Summer Go?

It is always winter for me,

And somber flavors follow me.

It is grey and cold where I go,

And even on the ground I stroll.

Oft alone in the darkness,

I have sung my lament

About the past and forgotten

Light that once graced my life.

But where did my summer go?

Did it leave with passing time,or did I push it away

In my times of grief and peril?

It left me without the warmth I crave.

Once I lived among blooming flowers,

The scent of florets and the sounds of swallows.

Tepid breeze touched against my face,

But now I see all dead and frozen.

Oh, I remember the warming fingers

Fondling through my hair—

Soft and gentle—yet I forgot whose they were.

Was it the summer wind or my beloved?

Yes, I remember a girl, but not anymore.

Lovely like the bright mornings—

She was, but not anymore.

The winter claimed her charm.

Lovely was she, and most godly,

And in her tender love,

I sought refuge from my sorrows,

Which she healed with her adoring touch.

But that girl is away and lost,

Cold hands of grief took her away.

And what once was a joyful soul

Has now turned to living dead.

Her heart, heavy and unfeeling,

Is bound to grief and despair,

From which there is no escape,

And so she weeps, lone and grim.

She weeps for the lively girl she once was,

For the lonely woman she's become.

She weeps for the love she'll never feel,

And for the love she'll never give.

Now there, in darkness, she lies.

And when I look at her, I know

That she was my Summer,

And I was her Winter.