in the last hour of the reaper
as every single gain hits the bottom of the hour glass
all in slow motion
with slow faces and words
will you remember what is lost
will you reminisce of the hot warm night and red cherry kisses
the children laughing off in the court year ....
walking threw the October leaves
inhale my sanity straight off the trees
exhale and hope the devil doesn't get the best of me
in the night i belong,, i just know it
but is the light not my friend either ?
when yu belong to the sun and the moon .. time is endless