Changing Desire

Would flowers blossom?
In autumn so dry?
When leaves fall down; wither pale and grey,
When everything that lives,
Turns frail and brisk,
In the warm sunny day…
In the serene night…

Oh! and when does one live?
In joyous mood; merry sleep?
When ‘spite the closeness, there is distance,
What does one dread,
When love seems bane?

With pounding mind, shaky hands,
Beating heart that longs your arrival,
In anguish I conceal my screams,
I scream from within; my lips hide my pain,
That pounds for your presence;
“Spring! Oh! spring! Mark your arrival,
For the lifeless autumn is too hard to cope,”

In jubilance where everyone sings,
Springs of love, with a rose so red,
I’ll give to my love,
Farewell autumn, I despise your presence!