Lullabyes to Wake

The mountains are such

wonderful colors

in the fall.

I want to open my mouth and

swallow them.

Their golden fire would rest

like warm coals

in my belly.

Songs of such other times

would be remembered

and I would sing them to the night -

lullabyes to wake.

The flames would lick my insides

and tickle wonderfully.

Oh, for eyes that could see

through this haze that covers all!