For what reason do my songs appear to dance with beauty
Among the red leaves tossed in autumn winds
If not for the sake of this love, I hold in my heart for thee
This fondness, which glows within

Full in your view, the loveliest apparitions fix speaking eyes
Upon the leaves dancing in song enamored of thee
A fine expression is heard in a rustling of whispered sighs
I smile in knowing, they speak to me

A splash of colors, yellow and orange begin to also hear
I watch them surrendering to dance the same
Tossed within this fondness they appear
To know and call your name

For what reason do my songs appear to dance with beauty
Among these leaves tossed in autumn winds
If not for the sake of this love, I hold in my heart for thee
Then they must dance because they can

My tireless candles grow shorter still and yet they burn
Waiting for a gaze from skies so blue
Every joy of life slowly comes in a form which turns
From tears into heartfelt lighted views

Dreaming within a ring of doubts, yet thinking not
I sleep at last while my candles burn
The faintest flush begins blooming flaming hot
For the joy of life for which I yearn

In a land blotted out of the things time is haunting
My tireless candles burn ceaselessly
While every joy of life comes in the gaze
They are awaiting
I still dream as they flicker next to me

My tireless candles grow shorter still, from my dreams I wake
To hear my name braising within their flame
Every joy of life for which I yearn
I awake to take
Outside the ring of doubts
That called my name

There so like beautiful feelings shaken
An immortal hand cries in ink
Should not what time has forsaken
Be a shade above, that which one thinks

While water is not on the flowers whom
Bless the names or years
White burning sand hears those cries so blue
From the hands own, ink stained tears

What would it take for a living thing
To be caught within this hand
Feel what beautiful feelings shaken brings
Yet lose his hand to its command

My verse is a mystery, even now to me
As my mortal hand cries in ink
Yet should not what is returned always be
A shade above, what one thinks

While all my secrets lie motionless, I listen to their dreams
Drifting like broken shadows to my end of days
Rolling on into nothingness, where forever seems
To exist in realms that will not pass away

Are not the years long enough, to wake them from their sleep
So I may know the truth my conscience holds inside
Or will my secrets never honor me with all I hope they keep
Until their dreams I no longer listen to or confide

I heard the humming of a spinning wheel, perhaps my own
But the hand that turned the wheel was not mine
I wondered if the dreams of my secrets had all rolled on
To exist in realms my conscience could not find

While all my secrets were motionless, I listened to their dreams
Finding they held all the sorrows I could not see
As I had rolled them into nothingness, where forever seemed
To exist in realms where I did not wish to be

I sit within the light of chance
Underneath a sky of hope
With a butterfly on my shoulder
Singing sweet
Everything I want in life
Is within my scope
So why do I not unbind my
Speechless feet

Above me ivory feathered birds
Call me to their homes
Yet still I sit within the light of chance
Oh, how I would love to fly
Into their sky of hope
See my speechless feet speak to roam
So why do I sit with
Blinded eyes

I do believe I will unbind these feet
Stop sitting with blinded eyes
Kiss this butterfly on my shoulder adieu
Trade this light of chance
To fly within those skies of hope
Unbound, I will see life anew
While singing sweet

Feed the ink of my soul so that I alone might sing
Verses full of scattered rhymes for you
Let me taste your silent shadows
In all my offerings
Feed my soul, my love
Please do

My lips are soft as rain and whisper words of dew
When you feed the ink of my soul
Everything I feel, I will share with you
In verses of scattered rhymes
Feed my soul, my love
Please do

These pages of my heart, listen for your eyes
Hunger for the taste of your smile
Everything I feel, you feel in my sighs
Poured out in this scattering of rhymes
Come feed my soul, my love
My well’s run dry