The Melancholy Season

Adjusting to the fading light
My eyes dilate and hollow
You sit outlined in falling night
So still against the shadows
The constellations rise and spin
The planets start their courses
Orion’s on the threshold now
The melancholy season is upon us

You turn away within yourself
A place forbidden to me
I’m jealous of the air you breathe
The cloths that wrap your body
The eucalyptus creaks and sighs
The wind whips round the compass
Orion holds his arm up high
The melancholy season is upon us

Not older now but later on
That one long day we’re given
Between the opening of our eyes
And the last time that we close them
What would I give to turn the track
Of time to match our traces
Orion cries out from the black
The melancholy season is upon us