This frayed mirror Possesses a brilliant light A light that takes the fight Out of long fortold trees May their decrepit branches Waver to this galante luster And may you and I Fade under this autumn glare This silhouette sparkles In the shade of a brilliant light A light that utters The waning words of dreams May these shadows collapse Silently in your muted world And may you and I Fade under this autumn glare And archaic mountains Collapse to the crying voice of time May you and I Transcend under the glare of autumn light This glare dances with us Passionately Under a firm grip It leads us to finality And you and I still dance in the eves Where we were once beckoned Only by chance in autumn's surrendering glare