Lacrimas Profundere - An Orchid For My Withering Garden

Still drunken of spring's shining meadows and the myriads of flowers,
we shut our eyes to the beauty and fell asleep
...and oblivion erased our memories of fall and blinded our eyes.
Overwhelming were the days, as autumn embraced the land of zephyr
kissed the sky with passion...
But more seldom we remembered the perfume of a long withered spring
and summer's caress
faded like a candle in the wind, leaving a legacy of gold...
...and still we slumbered - dreamless and forlorn...