Amaying

Amaying
Now I am old
And time is but a breeze
All that’s been told
Lies over the lilies

Through the window
I see a coil of drops
Crossing the glow
That rises from the crops

And the skies, and the valleys
And all my eyes trespass
Seem filled with emptiness
While time is but a breeze

Remember when
We used to go amaying,
The chants of wrens
– Those men, what were they playing?

Who were they? – say,
The sky, was it so clear?
Where did we lie
My love, when you were here?

Stare at these quiet settings,
That hidden, sunken sun
Can you remember anyone
From the times we went amaying?

So now I long
From this land to depart
But soft’s the song
That echoes in my heart

Through the window
I see the evening swaps
A silent crow
Blesses the glowing crops

And the skies, and the valleys
And all my eyes trespass
Seem filled with emptiness
While time is but a breeze

Stare at these sunken settings,
That hidden, quiet sun
Can you remember anyone
From the times we went amaying?