In the autumn of a life

The sullen sky

The damp lain on our shoulders

Like blankets hidden sorrow

Fear grows and disdain

Aches in a child’s gut

Far away from the house of trust

In a mile of woods

Where all the colors sunk

In the hearth’s season’s gloom

Wraps its talon into the heart

That makes childhood stuff safe

That lone child’s soul trapped

In the bones of this season’s trespass

On a long stretch of sand

Where waves roll and stretch

To take a little of youth’s joy

From a fragile twist of heart

Sinks into the deep with every wash

And turns a dark eye to the deep

Looking through the bones of this season’s trespass

Once upon this island’s childhood

Free under the August season’s

Stormy winds raging white caps

Rolling hard to wash the summer sands

Between the days and nights

And those stars’ reflections upon the night calm

Turn spinning on the dark green                    

Looking to the night’s effervescent sparkle

Into the eyes of a longing child

Once upon this island’s childhood’s stuff,

Turn into laughing adventures

From yesterday’s season’s trespass.