Here is now and then is gone,
but once was never there.
Far between the crimson dawn
is where I find my fear.
Beneath the feet of mountains bold
we step and laugh and play.
A wish as soft and quick as gold
flies through night and into day.
Once a man and twice a boy,
five times a serving spoon.
Caught within my pretty ploy,
no recourse for the moon.
Serve me up on a silver platter
and let rain fall on me.
I may be old, high on the ladder,
but I'm too blind to see.