Changes

Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words,
And dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall,
To brown and to yellow they fade.
And then they have to die, trapped within the circle time parade of changes.
Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind.
Visions of shadows that shine.
Till one day I returned and found they were the
Victims of the vines of changes.
The world's spinning madly. It drifts in the dark,
Swings through a hollow of haze.
A race around the stars, a journey through the universe ablazed with changes.
Moments of magic will glow in the night.
All fears of the forest are gone.
And then the morning breaks, they're swept away by
Golden drops of dawn of changes.
Passions will part to a strange melody.
As fires will sometimes burn cold.
Like petals in the wind, we're puppets to the silver
Strings of souls, of changes.
Your tears will be trembling, now we're somewhere else,
One last cup of wine we will pour
And I'll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
The rolling river shores of changes.