Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Away


Swept away
On fallen ground
The bells on the chariots ring

Thrown away
Inside the hurricane
The broken voice hardly sings

We are young yet
Hardly, at the center of the storm, are we met
But more painful than a simple truth
Are those that feel alive with every breath

Fallen away
A moment and time
And still we don't hear the bell chime

Wasted away
Quiet in the lonely day
And feel the quiet beat, we might

Submitted: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013
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