August Eyes

Do you remember
August eyes?
The warm, warm songs
Of wind and sun
Blowing perfect rings
Out of flowerings
Into clouds and shade
On our summer days

Oh no, oh no
We can't go back to it
Oh no, oh no

La, la, la, la
We split our split our hearts in two
La, la, la, la
We should have stayed here

We had been so long
The grass bent for our bodies
And grew into a cave around us
It was the tiny strokes
That called to us to get up
But don't all things come to an end, to an end?