A round white mirror
Peeping from behind the clouds
Werewolves prowl alone
A round white mirror
Peeping from behind the clouds
Werewolves prowl alone
Treacherous beaches
Sinking in my quicksand heart
Running to the shore
With sodden footwear
We trudge through barren marshes
When barons once ruled
Moss covered foothills
Ripples fly across the lake
Like swooping swallows
After a damp noon
Wind whipped clouds rolling away
A silver lining
Freshly cut grass scent
Carries me back to last year
Familiar turf
I will carry you
Over snowy mountain peaks
Until darkness falls
Golden grasses droop
Like an ancient photograph
Summer starts to fade
Although this rain falls
Sending shivers down my spine
I will not dissolve
A thin slice of moon
Peeping out from thick branches
And guiding us home