Welcome,
Again you have spoken,
Like as if you were just a cylinder,
Lost in the wind tunnel,
Form's and opinions of matter,
Such things,
That didn't even matter,
To begin again,
I again, begin,
Again,
I am a friend, of the fear's that
Keep the moonlight glowing


Seasons, tend like grief in the weeks ahead,
I see the silence and dread,
Of nothing and nothing, nothing again,
To be in that mist of ballad and twist,
My fingers would move without a fidget,
Love like a saddle of evening news,


Hours,
Minutes, Something about zman,
That is why you think you can see me,
Standing in the dreary October,
Wishin' the light of the turn of the eve'
Would handle all of the pain and return all of the rain,
So dreams can fly towards thy sky and paint a better picture nigh