Uniform of Snow - Lost Children

We caught the sky opening,

Two golden streaks

They disappeared, heat spilled from the shapes,

All at once dead and living.

Do those lines still follow you?

Still follow you?

A distant place, rendered flat on this page.

It’s as though nothing was real.

Who could possibly share what we’d seen,

And who would believe?

That moment stole my breath away

Just one silent touch

A pale hand caressing my face

A voice insistent and low

My friend, this is the end;

Just turn round and go.

Maybe there never was

Anything at all.

Do those lines still follow you?

Still follow you?

My friend, this is the end,

Just turn round and go.

Lay me down to rest

Shrouded in the snow.

My friend, this is the end.

We never learned anything at all.