The wind won’t blow And the sails hang limp and gray The sun burns and the heat broils And the air has gone astray The sweat runs and stings my eyes

Now it is Autumn And the river flows like tea I cast my shadow on the river And the river never changing ever… Moves on

I have heard the waves of truth Crashing on the shore of reality And watched their broken bodies Drifting out to sea An impotent foam of debris

The Santa Ana had begun to blow Squeezing through the old Cajon P… The sky would have been very dark Were it not for the brilliant star… The gentle warm breeze rustled