O inspiration of youth
Why do you hibernate in the warm days of summer?
Why do you sleep when the air is so fresh and the flowers bloom?
Why do you desert me?
Why do you leave me in the deceptive fairytale
Of cotton candy clouds and lovers?
O merciless inspiration
Why do you only stir when the days turn cold
And snow blankets the dead grasses?
Why do you desire only the pale golden chill of frosted honey sunlight on a winter's day?
And I lie amongst the snows, drawing warmth from your flesh
Your hands are comforting and gentle in their warm caress
Your touch is so falsely personal, for I know you care not for me
Then your fire spreads through me, it's molten flame burning inside
Then you are gone, and I long for your presence again
O heartless inspiration
You have sown your seeds in the winter
Then you leave me
With no thought for the roses that will bloom in the spring