Analysis of As the seasons move on ,my heart complies

Alone I stand on a wooded path
The moon shines bright in the middle of the night

The air is crisp
My footsteps krackle the brittle leaves
I hear the lonely pounding of my heart
It creates its own sad rhythum
My moist breath is white in the air
I dance to my own beat
Slow.... and sorrowful

I know inside that the sun will shine another 'morrow
But will its light warm glow
fill my inside where dissapointment lay....?
vast emptiness has stayed in lonleiness bed?
In which my heart slowly beats and sleeps...

I spin amongst the trees
hoping the dizziness intoxictes me
So I go hesitantly in circles down this path
dancing to my hearts beat
Listening attentively to the krackle under my feet...