The Oleander Fires

The Oleander Fires

Waking with the sunrise
As soothing as the breeze
Find it hard to settle down
I’m running through the trees

I’m not rolling with the New Age
Fighting battles you can’t conceive
Walking through the scrubland
Heading for the sea

The oleander fires give little heat
but their breath intoxicates you
You’re dreaming of garrigue
and wonder why you’re weak

Crawling back to meet you
Calling out to greet you

Sound the Alarm!
The worriers are coming
Bearing gifts only Greeks would refuse
Falling out of their clothes

It’s not the path they’d choose
It’s a battle they’re bound to lose
When winter seeds the spring
You catch hold of everything

The oleander fires give little heat
but their breath intoxicates you
You’re dreaming of garrigue and wonder why you ache
Crawling back to meet the oleander fires

The oleander fires give little heat
but their breath intoxicates you
You’re dreaming of garrigue
and wonder why you weep

Crawling back to meet you
The oleander fires, waking with the sunrise