The Turning Of The Leaves

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Written: 2002
Released: 2003 on 'Fame'

Standing here you could almost touch the sea
The salt wind rakes the waves in front of me
The flower beds
Covered now
With grass instead

Behind the door junk mail piles up in the hall
Lace curtains catch the breeze and rise and fall
And everywhere
The smell of damp
Fills the air

And me I'm the turning of the leaves
Convictions mellowed by the sun
Fires lit when I was young
All put out one by one
But how the scent of youth stays with me
Waits for me in every corner of this room
How the fading light betrays
Those summer days
That soon gave way to these
The turning of the leaves

All around everything is lined with dust
Frozen faces fade in photographs
A love's remains
Trapped by time
In silver frames

And me I'm the turning of the leaves
More October than July
More passed than passer by
More lost beneath the sky
But how the scent of you stays with me
Waits for me in every corner of this room
How the fading light betrays
Those summer days
That soon gave way to these
The turning of the leaves

© Philip Jeays 2002