Despite this sky and frost upon the trees.

The gray sky and the dullness of the trees
Confirm my heart’s aloofness from this earth.
Yet both await  the movement of the  breeze

Stasis  makes me numb, yet I believe
We shall outlast the pain and feel of worth;
Despite this sky and frost upon the trees.

Carpe diem, would I ‘d hands to seize.
Am I evil, am I under curse,
Waiting for some movement in the breeze?

As winter came, I lost all I believed
But I shall travel , though in emptiness
Despite this sky and frost upon the trees.

Where is that communion I received?
Why must I go through this frozenness,
Waiting for some movement in the breeze?

Why do humans feel we are deceived?
Must we suffer all these little deaths?
The gray sky and the dullness of the trees
Like me await  the whirling of his  breeze