Aubade

One last time in the darkness

Let’s lie still as the night

And hold a shroud to cloud the growing light

Morning holds out a finger

Pale as bone to the sky

A rake that takes the slumber from our eyes

Down by the stream there’s a Maple

See how she sheds her leaves

Idle they fall to capture and enthral

And then float away downstream

In the morning

Call the sunrise a streetlamp

Let the moonlight prevail

Call the brazen lark a nightingale

Through the veil of deception

There is one stubborn truth

The one to which we all must travel to

Down by the stream there’s a Maple

See how she sheds her leaves

Idle they fall to capture and enthral

And then float away to sea

In the morning light

The moon climbs so high

And fades, fades into a sky of boldest blue

The lark carries on with a morning song

So I stand by the water

Breathing cold morning air

The leaves descend until the tree stands bare