you are the season i will not find again your weather is the reason i am wandering and i m just a feeling in the air you once loved daughter of a mother nature s son and you won t find me in the rains that come that soaked the roots of where i set off from thinking back the blossoms on my fine plum tree always seemed to flower too early it wasn t just the words but the ways our bodies spoke in the way you held my hands the way you tied me up in ropes you said you d never leave that you needed me the most and then it all disappeared was such a fleetfoot ghost we ate until we were empty not fattened by our century and when we noticed we were still hungry we were consumed by our tragedy now i feel the winds blowing colder but i am ready to get older and i don t expect to see you anytime soon but if you hear this know that i ve been thinking of you if you find yourself again in the true love s nest and you feel that same sweet holiness care for her and care for yourself learn to grow it in the light and in the darkness