As 10,000 evenings fell perfectly in place
To remind me still of her lovely face,
Was when I went down to Folcum Park
And tried my best to break my heart.
An autumn change began this fear
And whispered softly in my ear,
That fewer feats can be as grand
As the hatred felt by a clever man.
On a weathered path near a running drain,
By the shallow pond in the pouring rain,
Where a moment lost now came to pass
From the borrowed likeness of the past
Came this bare horizon where colors toyed,
Beyond the darkness of an endless void.
That I knew once crossed there was no return,
From the coldest pulse lay the hottest burn.
But still I railed against this sea
I crossed for you, and I crossed for me.
To orbit life on Saturn’s rings,
On abandoned shores where the gypsies sing
Their songs in measured kilted beats,
That lovers yearn from such deceits.
Still, I remembered from the start
A thousand ways to break my heart
All alone and in the dark
All alone in Folcum Park.