Along the purple ridges I see my daughter climb |
Hand in hand with Timothy and they'll be gone for hours. |
Love is rising with the spring, does it all the time; |
They go now where once I went, searching for the flowers. |
Lavender and gold they glow, hiding in the shade, |
Tip them up and drink the sweetest juice God ever made. |
Share them for the memories and for the luck they bring: |
Flahmen lurk where lovers go, rising with the spring. |
Along the purple ridges, I watch their slow descent, |
Holding empty baskets, faces scared and drawn. |
Hand in hand for comfort now, troubled and intent: |
Ask "What can be happening with all the flahmen gone?" |
Lavender and gold the sky, scarlet sunset threads, |
Half the world is dying when the flahmen all are dead. |
Soon will fall the other half; we work while we may, |
Building the machineries to take ourselves away. |
Along the purple ridges, my daughter walks alone, |
All her blooming prospects for love are turning gray. |
She'll ship with our family and Timmy with his own. |
Will they ever find each other, endless stars away? |
Lavender and gold the light that nearly leaves me blind: |
Hear the Presence call to me to leave this life behind! |
Woven joy and sorrow as I sort out last affairs |
And my smile greets my daughter's heavy tread upon the stairs. |
Along the purple ridges, I watch the ships depart, |
Timmy with my daughter in the space I didn't use. |
No one knows the future but they'll have a chance to start, |
And I am left alone upon a world I needn't lose. |
Lavender and gold the sun, brighter every day, |
My world and I are dying but my people are away. |
In joy we die together, our faces toward the light: |
An aging world and woman who are staying home tonight. |
Odd stanzas: |
D D G D |
D D Em A |
D D G A |
D G Em-A D |
Even stanzas: |
D Em G D |
D D Em A |
D Em G A |
D Em G-A D |
Stephen Savitzky
<steve @savitzky.net >
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