Rappaccini

Ancient lady
Bring me to the deep
Where all belongings go
When those who were have drowned
30s phonograph
Rappaccini’s plants
Faded epitaph
The autumn winds sing of sleep
Places we’ve been
They’re already gone
Cut down the trees
When the time comes
Hear the voice below
Present, past and future breath
I’ll drink the clear stream
Here where I belong
That I delight in and turn away
I want to fight off the snow
I want to fight off the hail
Read the cobblestones and tell all their tales
I want to go
I’ll be here through eternity
Oh take one last look