Night Terror Songs

Thawed Winter drops the dew of Spring
And straw shards weep as if bereaved
Still change is not one single thing
That sits above and grieves.

Nature feeds me rights and wrongs
Designed for other things
The pounding thumps, night terror songs
A folded heart still sings

While blades for felling trees can kill
I can but look back, I see
On the time I moved yet slower still
And you came to walk with me.

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