Autumn Fires


Lets began something else for reasons as obvious as the seasons
The wild flowers died our wild colors faded and dried
Sun and rain created new things and new dreams without me
Love sprouts dry reeds time is felt prickly weeds
You and me


Standing naked along upon baron hilltops

Destitute homes

All this will burn as the fires of autumn returns

I wish this could last the things we love our

Innocent past

I wish this could last.


After the fire with what is to lose

Start a new among ashes of what used to be




While you are on the paths of your palace gardens

A favor please

Pick a dandelion hold it to your lips

Make a wish for me.




words by John Christensen