Dry Fall Leaves Against a Winter Fence
Time. There is too much time
Waiting, Waiting
Pinching seconds out of stars
Oh how I wish I may and I wish I might
Sanctity. There is too much Sanctity
Good, Evil
Wobbling over the mights and the oughts
Through the precious possibilities of days
Passing. Oh yes, that too is gone
Forever
Last night last year lasting love at last
Oh how I wish it would have been that way
Cast out, Banned by a rope of circumstance
Aching, aching
Don’t fall in, do not give in, do not go gently
Oh how my face aches and I am the pretty one
Space. There is too much space between us
Waiting, Waiting
Pinching seconds out of stars
Oh how I wish I may and I wish I might
Sanctity. There is too much Sanctity
Good, Evil
Wobbling over the mights and the oughts
Through the precious possibilities of days
Passing. Oh yes, that too is gone
Forever
Last night last year lasting love at last
Oh how I wish it would have been that way
Cast out, Banned by a rope of circumstance
Aching, aching
Don’t fall in, do not give in, do not go gently
Oh how my face aches and I am the pretty one
Space. There is too much space between us
Dry Fall Leaves Against a Winter Fence
