One Year Of A Soul

I looked down from the mountain slope.
It was a lazy day, ready to elope.
The afternoon sky was turning purple,
behind intermittent snowflakes.
I heard effervescence in the cloud.
It might rain- ah, snow and rain!
Earth soaked hope and desire.

When I woke up this morning,
doubt and fear of future were on the hunt.
I had a dream of my favorite cat,
transformed into a human.
He mindlessly destroyed
all the trees of this mountain,
history of dream and reflection.

I lost my gay friend to the cruelty of
human ignorance and intolerance.
I wish I were beside him
to listen to his struggle.
He had a soul of a benevolent river,
now meets with quiet vastness.

A sudden surge of light fall upon me.
It is a romance of earth and sun.
I remember the girl I kissed last summer-
on this mountain,
on these red rocks.
Under the starry sky was the best.
Then we moved on.

Darkness arrives fast in winter.
Night brings contemplations wiser.
Thoughts of dying alone never scare me;
living indifferent does.
If my passion fades,
will my soul wither?