In the misty morning of May.
The umbrella beaches melt like skyscrapers.
Build a house of circumstances, falling like cards,
Collapsing beneath me.
Breathe it all in, that sharp summer sigh.
Icicles melt at the end of the day.
Running across the golden beacons,
Living your life like a tiger’s glass eye.
You’ve rediscovered the path you believe in,
Take your old sorrows and teach them to fly.
New life begins.
When the winter sets in.