spring is far

I remember the last winter, autumn, summer
am baked in this heat, this year yet again
with no sign of spring or memories of it
love, spring is far, and I long for it again

you are not here and the spring is still far
it does not matter if I see flowers bloom
but my voice cannot reach you in this time
it kills me and all buds of heart that bloom

my love for you has not ended, it cannot
for its not an isolated lake nor a dried river
it is a sea that keeps knocking the shore
one wave after another, as a pearl giver

Don't stand at the shore choosing the sight
come dance with me, on each wave's beat
Don't choose my waves, for they don't live
but pick up pearls that wash to your feet

autumn is near again and my lives withering
with it shaking a barren branch, of memories
one on which we both sat and talked years
it may not survive the storm, leaving memories

even if you hold me, the branch will not survive
you gone, it lost its flower, only thorn remained
no one looks at the thorn, but the rose it holds
without love, thorn died, memories remained