Flight Of Swallows - Eyeless In Gaza

Come along

out of the sands

running out into autumn,

weaving in

and weaving out

your hands

running to here

altho the branches

and the bushes

are coming cold

and harsh

now the summers gone

sand still runs

down

on to us, over us.

I remember summer

lasting 'till forever,

I remember

seeing leaves run the breeze,

I remember

loving lights of july

in a summer

running thru

an avenue of trees.

A sky of swallows

chasing round

shooting higher and higher

on the solitary sands

that run dry

once again…