Indian Summer - Rose Windows

Amidst the rusted rails and worn out inns

Out through the wild grass;

a dress

There’s gold reflecting lives playing for your eyes

You’d be damned if you were found

Before the sun, the ground

From the journey grows the need to see

Unwavering proof and seditious needs

It’s embroidered in our times

And glows in idle wine

The burning need to run

Toward the East, the West, the one

Within the pulsing cells of marigolds

As they relate themselves to the hills

They amplify the light and rest on through the night

So turn the pages, dear

And stare excelsior

Swirling vultures how they radiate

Cast a darkness on the waves

Lets pray that they survive

Tie strings and make them kites

As the train moves on through here

To the end and steering clear

Just hide your thoughts in the shadow of the moon

As it breaks upon the aging trees

The yearn for more dances through the leaves

Like a dead-beat faustian dream

So we tie our rope to a branch and with a snap!

There’s only one thing left to see