Do you always trust your first initial feelingSpecial knowledge holds truth bears believingI turned around and the water was closing all aroundLike a gloveLike the love that had finally, finally found meThen I knew in the crystalline knowledge of youDrove me through the mountainsThrough the crystal-like clear water fountainDrove me like a magnet to the sea
Sky mottled like a painter’s canvass, land and mountains undulating like the holding pattern of an ocean, the world around me signals fall as much as it signals forever. Carrying its secrets and mysteries, questions and non-answers, it is the foggy obfuscation of autumn that conceals and merely hints at its possibilities. If you’re looking for the key to life, it won’t be found amid such veiled beauty. I don’t even know if that key exists. Seems folly to have forged such a thing if no one can use it or share it. But that’s what humans do I suppose.
How the faces of love have changed turning the pagesAnd I have changed oh, but you, you remain agelessI turned around and the water was closing all aroundLike a glove, Like the love that had finally, finally found meThen I knew in the crystalline knowledge of youDrove me through the mountainsThrough the crystal-like clear water fountainDrove me like a magnet to the sea, To the sea…
Why should fall posit these questions, this wonderment? And why should we bother with such wondering? Slumber awaits us all – the slumber of winter, the rest that the garden requires. We demand such a show from it from spring to summer – it deserves this reprieve.
Meanwhile, the world runs wild around us, in the water of the sea – but that recent journey is yet to be posted. Not to worry, it’s on the way…
I turned around and the water was closing around meI turned around and the water was closing around meSeaThe seaI turned around and the water was closing around meAround me like a glove, around meAround me, oh, around meI turned around and the water was closing around me
