To have been the revolution

To have been the revolution

At the top of the crest

Achieving a resolution

Chaos becoming rest

No longer feeling relevant

And finding history

Once charging like an elephant

Now sleeping like a bee

Send this sorrow to bed

Send this sorrow to bed

No longer in my day

Forever in my head

Just send it on its way

Just shed this memory

Let it fall at my feet

Better to discard it

Than in the mind repeat

Time did not ask of us

Time did not ask of us

It left us undisturbed

The days spent in waiting

My heart restrained and curbed

Time did not ask of us

It lay there in slumber

Gave us bright and dark

So we could keep the number

So the light begins to slant

So the light begins to slant

The brightest light is light gold

As the fall starts to advance

The year growing a year old

The time is almost timeless

The white clouds are full in rows

As if the day were mindless

Sparrows casting long shadows

I have been everywhere

I have been everywhere

But my destination

It’s like looking at stars

But not constellations

I have always been on

A singular mission

But here I am pointless

Without definition

It is us who share the moment

It is us who share the moment

As if it were an elephant

And we harbor this passing gift

Though very insignificant

So casual yet full of care

We are mindful of the time spent

Now you are there and I am here

Both of us were destined to went

How wide is the doorway

How wide is the doorway

How big is this door

That opens to the World

That I have ignored

Can I free my word scapes

Set sail on this sea

And through this needle’s eye

Sew the threads of me

So here I am waiting

So here I am waiting

For you to scrape with death

Perhaps it will promote

Peaceful and common rest

Perhaps an autumn chill

Will soon be in your path

And end your summer years

And put them in the past

A valid scrape with death

Could bring us common ground

And fill this canyon ours

And turn this all around

But here I have to wait

Cannot discard my knows

When you’re summer flowers

And I've seen winter snows

Already gone

Already gone

And still I followed

A dream disappearing

Only hollow

I wrapped my arms

Just for me to hold

All the warmth of a dream

But found it cold

Leaving, slowly turning

Leaving, slowly turning

As the day rushes without thought

Flying emotions glide and dive

Like a kite in a tree caught

Left entirely still

As the day sits in changing light

Trying to retrieve happiness

Of moments in joyous flight

And you will not cease

And you will not cease

Although I may go

The wind on your leaves

Will continue so

And the sun will blaze

Causing you to shade

Though I am away

From your branches braid

You are not aware

The sorrow this brings

Nor the joys we share

Underneath your wings

The wind on your leaves

Will continue so

Another to see

Because I must go

My hands in ash and yet I grasp

My hands in ash and yet I grasp

And snuff its grayish flake

My death has past and yet I last

And live in anguish state

My birth is here and yet I fear

And wish on starry fate

My feet in step and yet I tread

And die at living's gate

As I fell I reached

As I fell I reached

My arms for you to hold

Your strength could offer peace

But your hands released

As I fell I screamed

My voice for you to hear

Your ear could hear my wave

But my life you would not save

As I fell I died

A death for you to weigh

Your eyes could see my grave

But they're shut and turned away

Take me from this garden

Take me from this garden

The roses are too red

Green ivy is growing

It bounds above my head

Take me from this garden

For I would rather know

Life and all its living

Than safely kept to grow

Silver green meadow

Silver green meadow

Here’s where I mourn

The end of a dream

Tattered and torn

The rays of the sun

Are kept behind

A slow autumn cloud

Above the pine

Beneath a tree

Beneath a tree

With branches high

We sat and breathed

An endless sigh

Time escaped us

Not like that oak

Its rings are proof

For it to boast

No past is mine

I’ve claimed no hours

I sat in sun

Far from showers

For present time

We joined as three

On a hillside

Beneath a tree