Dawn of Gone

Ghost of winter hit me up for cash
I gave him a stick

blaming him for the lack of green
He blames the same on me

"Our one true poverty is time."
Points to the muddy ground

"Right there I wrote my name"
I know just what he means

Going out unknown as in
life on a visa

season of here...me
and all the big bang-boom

world against membrane
alive and shuddering youth

in wonder and overload
until a whip and a chair

comes to you with age
"Once I was a blizzard..."

We swap stories about storms
Summer's coming

your kids will have kids
and you'll be where winter is

when tourists rot the beaches
I ask him what he knows of this

"We go to the other side, my friend
And with the urging of the sun

and new buds, who are we to stay?"
The greatest beauty is goodbye.

In the dawn of gone, all
your memories are now.