Rappaccini - Gazpacho

Ancient lady

Bring me to the deep

Where all belongings go

When those who were have drowned

30s phonograph

Rappaccini’s plants

Faded epitaph

The autumn winds sing of sleep

Places we’ve been

They’re already gone

Cut down the trees

When the time comes

Hear the voice below

Present, past and future breath

I’ll drink the clear stream

Here where I belong

That I delight in and turn away

I want to fight off the snow

I want to fight off the hail

Read the cobblestones and tell all their tales

I want to go

I’ll be here through eternity

Oh take one last look