In The Autumn

All that which is not alive
Is not necessarily dead
And all that which is not dead
Is alive
In mind
And dreams
In books
Pages turned yellow with time
And photographs
Yesterday I walked down a trail
That led to my imagination
And thoughts lain dormant
Sprang to life

Beneath the sun
I waited for you for half an hour
And turned to leave
My heart clenched
My head cast at my feet
Fell upon my shadow
Oh meaningless and small
This day is nothing
Where were you
When I turned around
And everything
Even the sky
Exploded into color
And I felt life surge
Like the wind through the trees
Against the clouds
And blue sky backdrop
All mine but...
Where were you then?

Always somewhere
Beneath the sun
Shines on and on
And it's always summer
And books never grow old
And people never die
And the sun never fades
And the end never comes
And you're always there

With me it's always the same
The last time that I saw you

Zelig X, 95