Summer's Bride Poem by William Baez

I sought you out in spring
But you wandered in winter.
I then cut down all the flowers,
I gave up all my power.
And I spit in the face of the sun and ran after you in december

As I ran through Autumn
I found myself grow weaker,
I stumbled among leaves;
Be Felled by trees;
Of dying twigs and treacherous weeds.
And I still ran after you.

And, in a flash, the sky fainted white
The tears of winter besieged me now.
I carry the ice on my shoulders,
As I trudged through the snow;
As I trudged through the pain;
As I trudged through the cuts and scars
And yet still,
you were so far.

Sickened by degrees; sickened by a frozen december.
I am here, my love.
I have walked through the dying leaves and biting cold,
And tormented by a tundran breeze I could still not stand,
Being separated from thee.

And this is what killed me, alas,
What brought me to my defeat.
I crawled, after a such a long while, helpless at your feet.
And you had nothing to say.

Not a tear for my bruised fate.
Even anger was unknown to you.
Pale, like the dead snow, were your eyes
And thus chilled my heart forever.

From that frozen state, I'm forever lost.
A perpetual winter is what I found,
looking for you.

I crawled at your feet, and I was met with dead eyes.
I sought you among frozen trees;
was I not all that I could be?
Bruised, battered, and scarred and your icy skin,
is what hurt the most.

Yes, alas, this is what eventually killed me.
Not the ice, nor the frozen breeze, not dying twigs or swirling leaves.
But it was you.
Only you.