Our Last Summers

They said, "this is your last summer alone;
you'll be swept away in the winds of the cold,
like everyone that's ever cried,
and wrung their hands to help decide."
Where do you go?
when there is no destination.
And for the last time in the history of man
a child grows into his nation.

They said, "this is your last summer alive."
But I won't be so far away as I try.
Each leaf that falls to cover the past
leaves trees empty, burns wicks to wax.
(sigh)...Another candle gone,
and there is no culmination;
just summers away, gone, and dead,
leaving no trace of an explanation.

They said, "ah, but this is life."
They said, "ah, but don't you fight.
With a strong wind your candle's gone."
(out, out!)
Wicks to wax and on and on.
(you brief candle)
We're walking shadows in our last summers.
(out, out, out!)
Count on till you reach a hundred.
(we are heard no more...)

~05/2006