There is no sign 24/09/07

The mountain air
is cool and crisp.
my favourite girl
speaks with a lisp.
I wish I knew her name,
and how I got the blame
for every thing you made exist
was ended with a little twist.
And you can't look the same
as you did the same time yesterday.
If I knew how to write a play
could I write it here today,
or,shall I wait until I see
a golden egg in front of me.
Alas! it is not easter time,
but I'll eat your chocolate
and drink your wine.

There is no sign...