Drift down softly

Drift down softly

With the fall

Gentle as Camomile

Bathing in candlelight

Whisper to the

Four corners

Turn steadfastly into the wind

Sing a simple song

To the tune of auld lang syne

I want to hear

The tears in its melody

Hold me into morning

Listen to the siren

It calls out in the wind

Count the bars

Across the window

Read the note I left behind

Before you leave

Take it with you

It bears the weight

Of yesterday

The memory of

It keeps the light

From disappearing

Even though the darkness calls

A sad sound

The tentative scrape of an

Un-waxed violin bow

Dragged painfully

Over the bridge

A maddening prelude

To old beginnings

Disguised as

The fruit of another day

A painted tale

Of troubled times

Before the moon

Became a dreamer

And the stars looked on

In perpetuity

As the playful

Souls of heaven

Rushed haphazardly by

Take me with you

As the sun sets

Before the time

Is come

To leave

As we have been bound

To say goodbye.