Embers - Hanging Garden

From summer’s end

We walk towards winter

Shadows entwined

Fleeting moments passing by

By dawn we were ended

Yet there was beauty to be found

The warmth still lingered

And the gentle snow that made no sound

Do not grieve, my friend

For each beginning there must be an end

Do not grieve, my friend

And while there are things to be buried deep

For each beginning there must be an end

We’ll meet again beyond the realms of sleep

Thrice the moon’s full bloom

Yet only twice the eventide

One night to set alight

Another to let the fire die

Yet the embers remain