For my life is as fleeting as a late spring snow.

My shadows grow darker and foretell the coming season,

As they, my shadows of occasion in distance do lengthen.

For my days have become mere blips on life’s big screen.

They move in swirling madness and with the swiftness of a racing sun,

leaving too many things and too many dreams unfinished, undone.

If I could but slow the hand of time,

to allow reason to enter this life of mine.

If only this I could do,

I would then …to my own self be true .

For I now resist the urge to keep on dreaming,

out of fear and unrest of abruptly leaving.

For to dream and dream again…only to have it end,

makes my grief, and my life even more a sin.

So in visions quest, I shall suppress

And dream no more,

For this is the reason of the shadows season

And is why I…walk in a world of sadness,

That is as fleeting as a late spring snow.