Feel the Winter running cold and blue

Turning time inward burning through the Fall,

Descends blazing like a paintbox dream of Summers end,

Like those things that are sometimes sensed without being seen,

Feel an ancient Sun change to moonlit embers beneath a slowly dying promise of the sky,

Where the light grows like flowers waving on a beach where ghost voices call,

Turning time inward burning through the Fall, 

Feel the Winter running cold and blue ***