The storms came early this year
as a sign of imminence to wipe away the signs of spring
and brought with them the grey days
and granted rain upon the tired arms of ours
The Angel has yet to spread her wings
For the hour's not yet here
Dreaming of fields of red roses
and awaiting the fall...
But only too late did the storms come
unable to wash away the blood that has been shed for men
for they are the lost and they know not their lot
leaving a last summer spent in anticipation
So it is the blessing of earth that soaks us now in these days of late
so we can bask once more in the deliverance of life
And breathe the rain in as the Angel spreads her wings... red, divine
and dreams of the fall
"There is one more last day
One more piece of normalcy
A last chance to finish those things left incomplete
And find the way
and for those that have the presence of mind
can dream of the fall"