Seasons Change Without Permission
Ali Aslam
Well tilled hands can tell the story
That any fool could read
Fingers worked till dust and bone
For the balance of a dream
Seasons change without permission
And drag us along the way
And every day we must concede
A small exchange for grays
Is it years or dreams that fade
But then the summer comes without the spring
What flowers without the rain
October yields a paltry harvest
A year without a gain
Is it years or dreams that fade
Poets write their small admissions
Of love that got away
And tell their tales for tears and glory
Dress themselves as brave
Well we can paint the glass till we're content
The reflection doesn't change
You think if everyone sings their own gospel
Everyone is saved
Is it years or dreams that fade
Cause I'm starting to see the pearl that must have been
When he was about my age
The light, the heat, the sea, the breaking waves
Well beyond my rage
Cause am I ever any better than
Those poets I despise
I'll tell anyone who'll stop and listen
Woah, this love of mine
That in a day we danced horizons
Amongst the sun and stars at play
We'd drink in bits of atmosphere
At the breaking of the age
A small exchange for grays
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