Summer breezes getting colder
Leaves are slowly turning red and gray
I watch the fire within me smolder, grow colder, every day

Fallen leaves around are lying
I watch them floating past my window pane
Everything within the siding is dieing or hiding or flying away

But I've no silver wings
Couldn't move them if I did
And though I've done my time I find that I still want to live

I watch the winter snowflakes falling
That's all that I can seem to do today
In my head the voices calling, imploring, they call me to come away

So I lay down my head
As lightning fills my eye
And thunder tears my flesh as I kiss the world goodbye

And finally there's peace at last
A freedom from the pain
And all the scars upon my brain disappear

As the season slowly changes
Somewhere in the world a child is born
Through his eyes I see the stages, the rages of distant shores

And so the seasons are in motion
We can but guess at their imensity
And like a ripple on the ocean, I'm rolling, and floating through eternity

So I lay down my pen
Reflect on what I've said
For there is nothing here that won't come again

Copyright (c) 1989, Michael Muller