We gathered up not long ago
the minutes, hours, days
to live in a luxurious glow
holy crepuscular rays

we spent them as the nouveau riche
no thought of the remaining sum
the seconds cost a drop of blood each
every tick laying two cats in the sun

Dusk gathered up not long ago
the months, years, and more
lit them with a cold glow
the dawns that we had stored

time passes into aether
moon brings the shade
why does fate tie lovers together
to undo them anyway?

I wait in the aspen grove,
I hope you'll find me there.

That clearing where we found the trove,
Where I first stroked your golden hair.

Youre still waiting in my mind,
I hope I wait in yours.

Like fruit protected by the rind,
Like oceans meet the shores.

Three days we spent rustling like leaves,
Three days our hearts were still as trees.

Three days I will wait here for you,
After then we must begin anew.

When you were red-green, wind swept you away
for endless miles took you, where I could not say

Rows of weathered flatirons line hilly mounds
wind has swept the leaves in, all yellow-brown

Only clouds have come to mourn and even now they're passing
memories drip down from trees and have no hope of lasting

Dirt reclaims leaves and rain no matter where they fall
receives these marble flatirons, in time retrieves us all.

Walk with me among bare trees
then go no more a'walking
talk with me among the leaves
then go no more a'talking

Sit with me and watch the eves
in deep silence go by and by
except the geese that know time reaves
and in their wisdom fly and fly

We could stay among Fall
in amber for all time
we could withstand winters rime
and never hear it's call.

If there could be eternal youth,
like unending day.

All the flowers of holy truth,
would only seek the shade.

If there could be eternal love,
like primordial fire.

All the stars that burn above,
would only seek the pyre.

Still I'd see the flowers wilt,
i'd see the stars wink out.

If I could see our house rebuilt,
our ancient garden sprout.

To see a noble die in dearth
reminded that they've no more worth
bigger sup a warmer hearth
a meager portion shared in earth

furs lie now pale and bare
No more exude elegant air
winds brush the mortal hair
sweeping away warmth once there

beauty bound and then undone
what's fate to all called to one
divine fabric that was spun
forever laying in the sun

To see a highborn creature so
gusts that buffet me still blow
all that shines must lose its glow
I shed a tear there in the snow.