Paradigma Sleep
Light is dim In fact, it is naught Spring went into summer, Yet summer stepped aside As autumn took its place Then autumn died And winter came to stay Beyond the waste remains of Autumns decayed suit Neither heat nor frost Maketh any difference Silent solitude Winter's reign That which once was And perhaps once more to be Sleeps... In the land where dreams are reality And reality is no more to be If thou from 'ere canst see - Solitaire reality - Winter thy cryb, and thus, Thine crypt... ...And by spring's soft embrace you will awake From winter's peaceful sleep...
