Fading

Bleeding horizons stained my eyes as the,
Azure innocence of spring was replaced by,
Piercing rays of golden glimmer that,
Sank into my sanguine, sorrowful soul.

Echoes of your footsteps ring on the,
Opaque floor of my hollow halls,
Nights spent in confidence and smiles,
The moon remembers and so do I.

Spring stalked your steps as gray became,
red, green, white, red, red, red, red, red.
Yet the promised summer never came as,
Colors left from my gardens with you.

Curse Prometheus and his generosity,
For man would not have known warmth,
All fire fades from storm or hail and,
In absence, we shiver and wail for its return.