Old man, just tell me how my dreams go

I can’t remember what I’ve seen

Kids dance and gather in that sunshine

Their summer is almost gone…

Old Hands, just tell me what I’ve made here

I see that millrun has gone dry

Gods weep and streams run to the ocean

Or so the children like to sing…

Old friend, just tell me all my secrets

I know what a person here will do

They’ll walk in constant conversation

While that world comes undone

Old feet, just tell me where you’ve traveled

I’ve seen the ancient concert rooms

Where men drink in saturnine swallows

In hopes their souls are made free…

A day to make it

A year spent working

A week of mornings in that rain

How the rhythm

In the tall grass

Felt like being home again

Old girl, show me why I came here

I marked the ground here long ago

Lights glow from a time I can’t remember

Hope I can leave when I’m done

Old eyes, show me how I see her

I smell that sweetness, she lays bare

Time blooms and feeds the sweet hereafter

That’s just not good enough for me…

A day to leave it

A year of traveling

A week of mourning with that flood

How the rhythm

In  the tall grass

Felt like being home again

Old friend, just tell me how my dreams go

I can’t remember what I’ve seen

Kids dance and gather in that sunshine

The summer’s almost gone

The summer’s almost gone

The summer’s almost gone

The summer’s almost gone

Copyright © 2007 Shaun Cromwell