Snow fell early
Along a desert road
As autumn colors
Collide within the flow
The earth begins to crack
Until, together again, it grows
As chaos, disorder falls
I slip into it all
And hidden there I seek
The gems of springtime’s show
Silent night, deserted town,
A cold pond and a warehouse wall.
The frontier cicadas already buzz,
And the tree leaves change for fall.
Your road will touch the distant sky,
But we'll sing until the morning call.
Unable to watch you leave us behind,
The plunging moon like a hook befalls.