I want to get lost in an autumn rain To feel the gusts and no constraint To lash my eyes and close my face To wet my skin like a neck lace Giving out the beads of my ancestry And the power of my lost chivalry

I feel the past as the around is dry I’ve been the last of my fond july I need the sweet sweat of tender swoons To go away joining the cloud balloons I feel caged in vastness And I shall get no rest.