Burnt leaves, burnt leaves
Swirling under your feet
Pass away like ashes
In the September breeze

I need, I need
A place I can leave
You don’t remember my name
You think it’s all a dream

To be, to be
It’s a meadow unforeseen
A flower dying cold
Living forever in memory

I feel, I feel
The chill slither over me
We can’t stop time
Though we pretend in reverie



Oh, let me know
Let me know
While you can
Make me understand

Oh, shall I speak
Shall I speak?
While I’m able
Can I hold your hand?


Her eyes, Her eyes
Journeying to the unknown
Her parents were Italian
Her brother stayed home

Oh life, oh life
Want to sail my starboard sea
I can fix it, I promise
Do you believe me?

Come dance, come dance
Come and dance with me
Dance in a circle
Like I’m Fellini


About mw2828

I am a writer currently working out of the New York area. https://mythandmist.wordpress.com/ View all posts by mw2828

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