The quiet hum of fragile wings of burnished gold
Gently races through a hollow ring
Whirring within falling leaves of ancient trees
A sudden change of season brings

Astounding measures softly wake unchecked lists
Found in all your distant memories
Skating along a lucid sea of hazy dreams
Inside unvisited shades of history

Could we all be listening with enchanted hearing
To the wings lovely whirring hum
Softly waking our most distant memories
Of seasons that did not come

How fragile are those wings of shiny burnished gold
Can they fill the emptiness of the ring
As we recall those unchecked lists of hazy dreams
When those wings of gold come a visiting

In the evening of our minds, we hear the fragile wings
Racing through our list of things to do
We lie wondering if we will ever fill the hollow ring
Before all our change of seasons, say adieu