for it does not do well to dwell in the past.

a Cup of Coffee for Your Bitterness

 

Your tears glisten and laced with pain...
Growing weakness.
The crescent moon hangs in the past...
Paled with sickness.
Cold nights, too long, turned frost,
So hard to bear.
Love on that tower, alone and blue,
Frozen in despair.

The rain drums lightly on that crimson pane
Like a destiny written on a paper lined with pain
Distant dreams rise like incense in vain
Fluttering in the wind of change
Like a sweet dream turning savage
And melting into the night... like your image.


Chrysanthemums fall weeping to the ground without a soul,
Like traces of your smile on a yellowing scroll,
A heart so heavy even though it is so empty.
I found my heart in the dark streets of this cruel city.

My thoughts quietly rest as the north wind blows,
Your shadow so clear and close... like the dawn.
The only companion of my soul on that lake
Is a couple's reflection, but the other one is just a silhouette.

Breezes of the evening air.
Beauty entwined.
Scattered everywhere.

A fate so hard to swallow.
If only sadness do not cross rivers.
But like an autumn heart it will sink and shiver,
Drowning in longing...
You will not reach the other shore.

Hills and rivers echo the clamor of hooves,
My armor is shredded by the dividing hour of the bright sky, slowly turning dark.
Your sigh - soft as silk, weave a night of sorrow.
So fragile, so swift, like a spark.

Chrysanthemums sigh in the cool night air,
Traces of your smile on yellowing despair.
My heart is now empty.
My thoughts quietly rest.
The only companion of my soul on that lake is the shadow of the two of us.

The breathless whisper of a single verse,
As loneliness blossoms within my heart,
The shimmer of a single dream,
The memory of tenderness.
But the sting of love reignites my wounds,
In that moment when a single tear falls,
All hatred becomes a distant blur.
I can love you with all the I am,
But even this cannot return you to me.
From now on, I will live as a shadow,
Forever in the past.
Forever in the past.

For love is elusive if you search for it.
Fleeting if you capture it.

serious joke

OK... so how do I say this...
The name of our previous band was "end of summer" though it was not an official band, it was like a joke band but we talk about it in Facebook and the like... and all of a sudden they've changed their name in the alter of our band's name... how's that for an April fool's day?