Fleetfoot Ghost

You are the season I will not find again
Your weather is the reason I am wandering
And I'm just a feeling in the air you once loved
Daughter of a mother nature's son
And you won't find me in the rains that come
That soaked the roots of where I set off from
Thinking back the blossoms on my fine plum tree
Always seemed to flower too early

It wasn't just the words but the ways our bodies spoke
In the way you held my hands, the way you tied me up in ropes
You said you'd never leave, that you needed me the most
And then it all disappeared, was such a fleetfoot ghost
We ate until we were empty
Not fattened by our century
And when we noticed we were still hungry
We were consumed by our tragedy

Now I feel the winds blowing colder
But I am ready to get older
And I don't expect to see you anytime soon
But if you hear this know that I've been thinking of you
If you find yourself again in the true love's nest
And you feel that same sweet holiness
Care for her, and care for yourself
Learn to grow it in the light and in the darkness