i m waiting for the winter cold again

i'm waiting for the winter cold again
it seems they ar already blowing by
and autumn starts in very mid July
as gardens suddenly begin to fade
we won't notice that it's just a lie
while blinded in the city's murky caves

and there will be path on this closed line
the one that has the quality of circle
we are divided ever further, without hurry,
and now you cannot hear this voice of mine
the blizzard seems to separate us over time
and won't let anyone get to their home

and that nobody will respond to a cry
and no one will bring water to the wounded
so water will recede to the well's end
recede as an oncoming trouble'a sign
recede and never will return again..

i'm once again a seven year old man
alone in the cold field at the dawning
and to my knees lies ever longest snow
yet i am told of summer's blooming span
of river's overflow and gardens' glow
but all i see is winter white without end