Spring flowers

Lifeless are the spring flowers in my living room
Their colors faded
Dry and crippled
Breath sucked away

This is the end of a story
A journey
Of hopes
Of pursuits

Yet beauty remains
In shape
In form
In the wishes they once brought

Like memories engraved
Of success and failure
Of satisfaction and disappointment

The flowers are dead
The season has passed
As are the stories
Books closed
Packed and shipped away

Another cycle will come
Of flourish and fade
Pleasure in solitude
Sorrow in laughter

Fresh flowers will bloom
New stories to be told
The beauty of memory
The mystery of future
So be it
And faith remains