I cannot remember, only I can feel the empty chill of steel
sometimes, colored ghosts of autumn whisper in the shadows
that I follow, to take me far from home
Today with sun or clouds and all the bluest skies
a truth revealed, and I awakened to a madness of lakes and rivers,
spilling over – to flood, a place
within
So swift the night will come, soon to leave this home
darkness winds a long road on
and still the sun will come