Do not come here old friend
if you speak sad tidings
I was there and saw a stallion dance
on horizons sunlit sweep
but there are no more dances now
bones gleam in fields now barren
while dust blows down a hungry wind
Do not come here old friend
if you sing cold dirges
I was there and heard the chorus grow
in a wild sea of butterflies
But there is no more chorus now
wings lie in brittle harmonies
while rains run down an angry rill
Do not come here old friend
if you point to harsh snows
I was there and felt light crystals bloom
and flash through a rising morning
But there are no more crystals now
snow fields lie in shadow
while fissures crack the land's soil
