Legends

A legend in the dreams The black pitches dark Not everything it seems That once made its spark The munitions are through With each and every hour So much there to renew Like seed from summer's flower Face of the fall’s flame Catching yellow desire There is no inside name Of the unsought turning fire Like roads that never leave In a destiny on their own Catching yesterday’s grieve Into the oncoming brown We made our thoughts live And never were driven back Each inside to outside we give If temperament of it did lack