The Last Leaf

The desert is barren of blue bells
Sweet pines and mythical maples
No stream to carry the waters of sapphires
Twists through the groves

The sun heats a desperate yearning for all that's to come
And who knows
Perhaps in a year or two
I'll burn myself away into the past
Just another vague recollection of one
Ever so brilliant yet possessing so little magic
Only another wandering dreamer who got lost

A year will have come and gone
The lonely dream calling
Immersed in a life gone wrong
And all hope is falling

Sometimes when it rains in the Springtime
A simple weed forms in the ground
But often the clouds only jest
As their gray vapor thins out

Soothing myself the best way that I can
I think time isn't a substance
It isn't a measure
It's more of a magical power
That wrinkles a hillside
It's a dark force ever changing
Stealing every hour that will never, never be mine

And somewhere a pathway awaits me
It sits like a book end
Holding dusty fountains of knowledge
High on a shelf top
Written by masters already forgotten to the world
Men who now find themselves old and afraid
Of all that's to come

The Autumn is dead and gone
The Winter wind's calling
No sunlight to save me now
The last leaf is falling

And in a place far in my memory
I still see the pleasure of romance
The children I could have had names for
Cry all through the night