Waxing and waning, ghosts dance
between the moons of my days,
becoming ever timeless as the seasons change
Suddenly my hair
is white as snow, and I know
it is only I who's changed:
for the world spins just the same
while Time stands still, paralyzed
as galaxies drift circles in its embrace.
Turning and turning, your laughter
rings as clear as ever on down the years.
Summer never fades around you,
though autumn winds bare their teeth
in the shadows 'twixt now and yesterday.
Your tears fall in showers
through April and May,
though your eyes remain hiding
behind the clouds.
Sunlight flickers across the walls,
and I search for the child in my reflection:
faint, staring back
from the window glass
a phantom in the changing of seasons.
"Who is she?" this dark-eyed stranger?
Looking back will I find,
will I see, finally
what you saw in me
Can I behold what is
before it was,
finding you, finding me
in the cracks that carve us
unmistakably into the cliffsides of Perfection?
"Soul turned orange-colored,
Soul turned the color of love..."
— Francisco Lorca, performed by Duende "Осеняя Песня"
Spain - "It's So True": https://youtu.be/wKvAEdStg48
Siouxsie and the Banshees - " Staring Back"
Duende - "Осеняя Песня"
Françoiz Breut - "Je Ne Veux Pas Quitter"