The Fountain
A faded adventure experienced with weary eyes
Sound of leaves
Beating in the ear with the force of strong, cold winds
A music of fall
The roses of poetical spring weep everywhere
Colours are plaintive
Nightingales in quiet lands lament
Single melancholy notes
Fountains are lost in thick mists of sorrow
Waters drip tenderly
Swans draw in their slender necks
In the search for spring
Plains groan in tears, hills weep in pangs of separation
Every sound is an elegy
Blue, green, pink and orange colours are in mourning
Each is groaning deeply
Like the last minutes of a life about to terminate
Every wail is a farewall
When looked to carefully, the end of the world is visible
What an alarming scene!
Spring and summer are each an enchanting memory
Lost in romantic fancies
Yet those fancies open to hopes stirring in the conscience
Diverse routes to the realms beyond
Eternity is sensed in each impression of transience,
Until man catches sight of it
Reason and logic are refined to seek out that other world
Reaching the realm of inspiration
Man feels the mysterious silence of death
Problems are resolved finally
Everyone sees the end of the way he treads
Kneels down trembling
Tongue-tied with dread of going into non-existence
Faith opens up a way to new horizons
Sobbing that his inevitable end is at last at hand
Every sends out lights
Thought falls into earth like a seed
To prepare itself for spring
It hastens to where it reaches gardens of Eden
To meet with the beloved
Without feeling pain or anguish
As treasured as a welcome bride,
One overflows with delight to feel eternity
As enrapturing as eternity itself
Fall is the sign that a new birth is on the way
Coming at the break of down
Hope resounds throughout fall without ceasing at all
Spring awaits a few steps away