Watching North and South / Patrick Swayze was a dude / Countless thousands died

His words fell like leaves / She danced through Autumn's red rain / Summer's dress cast off . . .

Time runs wild, spinning, / fusing night into day, I / sit frozen in time

They lay together / Her warm breath upon his neck / locked in sleep's embrace

The dark moon revealed / pain spiked with Scorpio's sting / it's all over now

On this very day / Forty-one years ago / I drew my first breath