Are the stores closed?
Will the wind dream tonight?
Too many wonders, too much sorrow.
So walk on down .
Echoes of a wistful solo
may take flight as one's
angelic fury grips another twilight.
So walk on bye.
A rumble, a whisper and he's off.
Hoping not to listen,
to see, nor taste another roar
as heart’s crescendo pounds a beat.
So stop the ride.
Words – they mean, they wander,
trace, define and unravel
the wanderlust of this love.
So look to the west.
And catch the soft hope of dawn.