On comes the leaves, for on comes the wind
So I drink unconsciousness unto every woe
In the brightest dream, I plunge in a stream
Alas! your melodies play no more, mankind
Oh soon even our fires will be cold with snow
For Over my aging body diffuses dim memories
And my soul travels to parts far and unknown
I adieu and recall unto love, mournful thereof
Of the sacred balanced unity of our stories
As I sweet converse with the lit stars all alone
Cold sensations running around in my veins
Magical powers impacting founded on passion
Rolling breeze giving wings, letting me fly to the sky
For my senses are perceptive of elements lost in rains
So I fan my flame, with the wind from the ocean
Sympathetic to remove the veil of mischief from my face
I did long, for a soft breath to come down in fellowship
To pour and set ease my breast, as I seek dawn and rest
Seated in a sweater shivering and cold by the fireplace
My mind seeking a body elsewhere for a relationship
So I have only been an ocean in a river's infant flow
Glowing with the warm tints of a Stygian tincture
Beneath the unreal wind I stand, frostbite on my hand
A red dawn escaping my mind's eye in motions slow
I ring a mistral bell and I'm transplanted into nature.
