Wind and the stars

I went over the same set of words three times this morning and got three cadralore. This is the third one. Time to stop asking.

1.
The wind rose and blew away love.
Perhaps I was lazy,
hearing music
where only the night howled.

2.
Do you dream or sleep too deep for fantasies?
I walk forests and hear the leaves
crisp and dry underfoot.
Night and day.

3.
More roses hang on the bushes
than the sun will ever ripen.
Too late now, the swallows have gone,
and we’re all for the dark.

4.
Once, we thought we could stop the moon,
bring her close and hear her song.
We watch the sea now,
and how the waves creep ever higher.

5.
The juice of summer has gone,
but we are still. Leaves fall, stars,
but who’s to say there’s truth in dead rocks
and none in dreams?