Metamorphoses

[Bronte]

When you and I were summer, and the sky
was greyer than the green that grew between
my linden and your oaken strength, serene,
eternal as the shadows passing by,
you whispered me a question; my reply
was lost upon the winds of might-have-been,
for change must come to every tranquil scene
and gifts from gods are not what they imply.

Forever is a dream lost to the dawn
and temples fall to dust beneath the years,
as roses split the stones and oceans dry;
yet boughs will bend and brave the tearing thorn
to claim the scars as treasured souvenirs,
and laugh until the summer, you and I.

AS-- a small word but! lazy what is wrong with
L4 eternally, or runs , or both!

Eternally comes shadows passing by,

L 11 lot of images her e to pick from
Old, bud . red, sweet ! oh my what a choice. Mine is


Blood roses split the stones and oceans dry;

L13 how about – now, . sweet. Loved old ,
bed would be good! Relates to the roses , it has to be a very strong image in this line to stop the readers breath and surprise them my pick is this

and claim old scars scant treasured souvenirs, and l 14

OUR summer. Not THE summer give us something to dream on ~~ you are welcome