Sally left her coat out in the rain
Buckle shoes, umbrella lie in streams
From paint box the colors run, from cold blue to indigo
Solemn the days did come, still solemn they go
And the rains came down
Teardrops trickle down her window room
Gray clouds gather weeping out their hue
From white dress young Sunday girl
To black clad dark misty eyes
These hours were not your friend, your garden doth die
And the sands came down
Sally rides her bike up to the square
Strides of silent wonder, blue eyes stare
Her cottage sinks far away, over her shoulder small
The pathways snake endlessly, it's ending unknown
Still she moves along
Sally sits out by the forest edge
Picking all the borrows from her hair
Untangle the messy brier, tender locks fall undone
Like black velvet orphan child, no friend to the sun
These days are but molecules, gathering flow recklessly
And chemical spools are we, each swirling unspun
Still the days come down