World Shack III (Innocence) - Compass of Time

Compass of time, won't you try,
Won't you try to find them again?

...Not in the name, no,not in the name.
Nor in the bright red ribbons flying high
Up with the bits of scraps they call kites.
Not in the droop in their little sentences,
Not in the casuarina knots on their fences...

It was the walk, skinny legs apart,
One facing east,the other north,
Or,one south and other west,
Down that bronze winding path they all went

And how they left...
Kites in the east, ribbons in the north,
Little men in the west, little women in the south.
Shot and left.

Compass of Time, won't you try,
Won't you try to find them again?