Winter's Song - Lost Children

Cold Rain is falling down

Drowns all the weeds and the flowers.

Rushes underground

Clears away the trash in the gutter

Hear the bells they sing out

Signaling the death of an hour.

I close the latch and run down,

Meet night’s breath hopeless and sour.

Out to the street now, I

Take the B48 downtown.

Wait on the steps, alone

But she’s never coming home…

Is she?

The leaves are falling from the trees

A shadow covers Himrod street

A frozen body sinking down

With winter song’s still crying out

Now sheets of mirrored ice,

Are shimmering in the street lamp’s light.

I wander through the night

Seeing through unfamiliar eyes

The leaves are falling from the trees

A shadows covers Himrod street

A frozen body sinking down

With winter song’s still crying out

Maybe hidden still,

At the bottom of some culvert

Pockets lined with stones,

And lungs with icy water,

Could the thawing of the springtime possibly uncover,

The path which last you took,

And more, what made you wander?

Or will there never be an end?

Yes, blood runs down the feathers!

Euphoria!

Ephemeral inamorata!