Back to the Fold

Back to the Fold

when do I start myself?
when do I start on something else?
is it true?
is it you?
riding the dreams I breathe
autumn leaves from changing trees
gently fall to their end
is it a view?
is it you?
when do I feel again?
or am I feeling too much now
it is a time like this
that reminds me of somewhere else
something very distant
something that almost takes me home
but I am gone
before I arrive
is it you?
when I do take hold
are we young or are we old?
or part of the fold

Monday 26th November 1996