Flowers of tomorrow

She takes to the fields with less than a goodbye
Embracing all the soul of the sun, wind, sky

Silhouettes as we are left in the shadow of the door
The cover of all bright lights giving us solitude

Neon in the alleyways of greased memories
Injured beyond the thoughts of my dying reveries

Occluded by periphery and gargantuan senses
Implicit in their discovery of the ***** of time

Hope and death and sorrow and gain
Paint all the gates of joy and sacrifice

Meander in the fields of the day
Yesterday and today take up my way.