No Return

The sinking sun, The old green fields Young, Tangled in verse, In fancy skirts. A kiss in time as Stands a shadow, The apples bent the trees As time unraveled. The slow quietness That condemns my thoughts, If not for tears or slumber lost. Reasons are only reasons, I am not sure, the swallows Wings were broken, though Flying blue and airy. It’s only a defect of the mind, That the wind refused to carry.