In the bright red sky. In the heat of an evening. When only prisoners sleep. She said, she couldn't. Come to the garden. See an old man weep. . She said, her dreams.
Summer was gone and the heat died down. And Autumn reached for her golden crown. I looked behind as I heard a sigh. But this was the time of no reply.
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?. Who has taken you far from my land?. Who has said that my sayings were wrong?. And who will say that I stayed much too long?.