Dogwood Rust

Standing on the years crooked as a loon
Just beyond the rusted metal gates
I feel that I've fallen like a stone
From the good grace of the Sun
I believe I have seen two eyes
hanging in the gutted dusk for a thousand miles
Upon a path of ruin that pines and calls
for the snapping hooves of the dawn
Is it not strange the way we fade?
From each others thoughts
Reduced to orphaned memories
that I let stray too far…
Is if not strange that we once loved?
but let it slip away
Like the sun that falls into the sea
It hisses down and gone is the day
...While Blue Birds sing
and Dogwood leaves call the rain
You don't have to run from the cold
But you can never go home…
Did you fall from the sky of the fiery sun?
Feathers burning the clouds
Your muscles torn and jelly worn
as you clawed wildly at the wind
I held the wings of a sound so clear
of a dream I barely can't recall
Then dipped the wing and mute the strings
that were ringing of the greatest song
Is it not strange that we were one
But let a mountain fall
Upon the cold and the unforgiving waves
into the deep the pieces plunge
Is it not strange the way we fade
like stones that skip and sink
Like youth that creeps into the grey
the hush of dust and gone is the age
While Bluebirds sing
and Dogwood leaves call the rain
you don't have to run from the cold
But you can never go home.