David W Cobb - The Englischer Garten

The sun is sinking 'neath the clouds
And I don't ever want to go
Home
As rare a day, I can hardly stay
Ramble through the capitol grounds
The copper of the dome has browned
Oxidized
The gingko leaves fall 'neath their trees
Layers of tiny, gilded fans cover the ground
The ground
The ground
Around you

Palm to palm 'neath starry dome
And I don't ever want to go
Home
Winter's touch is in our skins
Curling close we move within
The snow-light
Moving through each other's space
Snowflakes fall like diamond lace
On your face
Your face
Your place
Here with me

Now to the top of the rise
Where the circle of the sun
Marks the stone
Of the Englischer Garten
The heat weighs on our shoulders
Summer lays across the breadth
Flows through the streams
Of the Englischer Garten

The sun is sinking 'neath the clouds
And I don't ever want to go
Home

Written by:
David Cobb

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