I walk through the scented air of summer's blooming

Into the frozen air of winter's dying,

And as tears inside me fall

The pain of old wounds

Calls me to mend them,

And I realize once more

That things done before

Have no ending.

I feel the cold of eve slowly waning.

As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me.

And the twisted seeds of doubt

Which spread my sins about

Lie parched and withered.

And the present not the past

Claims me at the last

For it's not over.