when days turned cold and the stories had been told
i wandered again in loneliness among trees and owls.
rain and thunder had me weary, and in the distance
clouds were coming nearer, and three wolves growled.
oft did i then climb the hill in the east:
oft did i then pray unto the sun and weep:
O Sun! roundest of old women!
where is your light when nights are long?
where is your warmth when green turns white?
where are you when evil dreams confuse me?
thou gem in the sky! care you not that you treat me wrong?
that my cheeks are cold where tears so flow?
thou vile creature! thou wicked sorceress!
think not that i know not thy game! thy womanly ways!
this staff of mine is a friend and all i should need!
i tell you a good bye, and tempt me not ever again, O sly temptress in the ether!
the gods are blowing rough winds of fall in
my face.
punishing me oh so coldly. i am their
disgrace.
but they hurt me not with their mean and rude
ways.
for i have you and am not alone in this
place.
it's very well that peace is kept,
that we walk where Jesus stepped,
and that the sun always rises.
it's a fine thing that fishes play,
that birds sing, young and gay,
and that we live not just a day.
but all these things are not for me;
i care for 'we', i want to be with thee.
'cus, beat me blue and yellow-
you had me at "hello"