Red and Gold!

Do you believe that days long past were days of summer?
Is it true that dreams wont last out in the cold?
Tell me have the evening eyes lost their subtle hints of red and gold?

Can you see the haloed clouds scattered cross the sky?
Some would say that mindless pride precedes the fall.
Can we say that hope is dead and faith in God matters not at all?

Will we see the northern lights across the desert dawn,
Flickering like ides of March? Who will take heed?
Or beyond the contrary glow will a garden grow
From the sowers seed?

Can you believe that days to come are days of summer?
Will there be a dream to chase beyond the cold?
Reflected in the morning eyes are subtle hints of red and gold!