By Jason Shaw
Date: 18 November 1998

The Trees Are Old The Leaves Are Green

I never want to be maple trees in spring
Only the leaves of red that autumn bring
When I used to run through fields of summer 
I could always see youth on all four sides
And lately thought it gone and smiles said goodbye
Then I met you queen mab like above the rain
Deep the slumber gloom you dusted all cobwebs away
So such the airiness of spaces walled up before
All the sections secret linked by locked doors
So I call you midnight afternoon and free
So I hold you now in the moment my eyes forever see
Welcome back of beyond to the world of meloncholly
You could be the checker board buffering shouldered autumn
Maybe you are the last trip to take I only need one
Perhaps and then again you will always fill the poets pen
I want to need you like razor blade memory at the end
I cannot lie and so what is left is true
You may go anytime yet knowing I still love you
Like lilacs and all seasons flowers gone to soon
Spirits laugh eternity and their deeds are etched in gothic rune.