SUCCESSOR
12-01-2003, 01:05 AM
"Little Sickle Girl"
Of autumn leaves or borrowed dreams
Things of belief or what we see
Slowly changing as the leaves
a sickle cycle, the weft of the weave
caressed in sunset of waning whims
Or whatever you might say
sway, sway, oh sway
And as these times will go
You know the seasons always do
Lending life and giving love
Yet leaving a part of you
Simple hopes haloed in need
Simple men never dremt such things
A gold that always sees to be seen
Perennial in our artful memories
You, the hart that drinks the streams
You, the harvest of our needs
Softly becoming everything
And still capacious, capacious, little Sickle girl
Oh daisy it isn't spring and brittle rose it isn't for you
It is the time for the blasé leaves latter their blooming
And I'll say before you say
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
And though we will see the death of your green
And we'll never understand the song of your seas
but every day of all your days sway may you sway may you sway
Little sickle girl of golden dawns and october curls
Angels rays and winds of howling witchery
Under your paper snow flake shade where children play
These times were sad as they are happy
These times went quick by nestlings and bantlings
lingering leaves of fallen dreams where my hope once played
even so sway may you sway may you sway may you sway
Little sickle girl
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Little sickle girl
As I know you grow like changing days I watch myself fade in age
I count the ways and try to stay to see the way you sway
And every page instilled with rage the cynical face counters godsent age
And all the times of time we faced never timed our timely pace
I hope you someday go away empty hate and morphous blame
I hope the legacy isn't pain as my herecy from the rain
And falling leaves were never to blame only signs of change
Sway may you sway and you change so changed
Sway you may sway going and coming from away
Sway as you sway no one's in wait as they fade
Sway you do sway as if in time and times
Change. So changed.
Little sickle girl
Of autumn leaves or borrowed dreams
Things of belief or what we see
Slowly changing as the leaves
a sickle cycle, the weft of the weave
caressed in sunset of waning whims
Or whatever you might say
sway, sway, oh sway
And as these times will go
You know the seasons always do
Lending life and giving love
Yet leaving a part of you
Simple hopes haloed in need
Simple men never dremt such things
A gold that always sees to be seen
Perennial in our artful memories
You, the hart that drinks the streams
You, the harvest of our needs
Softly becoming everything
And still capacious, capacious, little Sickle girl
Oh daisy it isn't spring and brittle rose it isn't for you
It is the time for the blasé leaves latter their blooming
And I'll say before you say
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
And though we will see the death of your green
And we'll never understand the song of your seas
but every day of all your days sway may you sway may you sway
Little sickle girl of golden dawns and october curls
Angels rays and winds of howling witchery
Under your paper snow flake shade where children play
These times were sad as they are happy
These times went quick by nestlings and bantlings
lingering leaves of fallen dreams where my hope once played
even so sway may you sway may you sway may you sway
Little sickle girl
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Sway may you sway
Little sickle girl
As I know you grow like changing days I watch myself fade in age
I count the ways and try to stay to see the way you sway
And every page instilled with rage the cynical face counters godsent age
And all the times of time we faced never timed our timely pace
I hope you someday go away empty hate and morphous blame
I hope the legacy isn't pain as my herecy from the rain
And falling leaves were never to blame only signs of change
Sway may you sway and you change so changed
Sway you may sway going and coming from away
Sway as you sway no one's in wait as they fade
Sway you do sway as if in time and times
Change. So changed.
Little sickle girl