summer ends and there were no shoes to tie – i’ve been dancing in the sun; watching days slowly fade, i try… enter into autumn’s haze: come with me i hear through the night’s milkglass moon. reflections as a dream starts above (to the right) – believe and it stays true so very long ago…
three thousand years before repeats… racing through ancient rooms into a candle’s silent flame: i watch it burn but forget to speak.
and then another day begins (again) without a single place to put it all away before the future settles in – and now there’s a thought of what snow brings to gently think: repeat.
@10/02/2012 by KPW