We shall walk by the lake
Through slow places
Awash in the pace of the cloud
In scenery by trace of some wind
Disguised by greenery ushering in a new breath
That stays today, as you sigh
And leave tomorrow, as you die
When we talk about our favorite things
The birds and bees will live in immutable space
Where we cannot communicate
With them in this avidly churned phantasmagoria of emotion
Swooning to the melody of the obstinate composer
Waltzes that shall never stop
Breezing amidst the land that never dries as dying hearts do
In our distress, we shall find peace and the truth
The heat will rise like the sun will on black, thick ice
And the eyes of my lover will have green
Or blue, it is no grey matter like the skies
As the extent of her love will have purified me
As absolution and freedom does
When the trees die in the future
Today and tomorrow will coalesce
Into one small debt
We have to pay nature
On the burning lake, much to my surprise