When love first breaks
Like dawn across the sky,
Your heart fills up
And all the old fears die
And every cold
And lonely day recedes,
Within the ground
Are planted golden seeds --
When love first breaks
Like shattered porcelain,
The heart lies broken,
Filled with fears again
The cold returns
To fill us from inside:
As 'neath the snow
Lie nascent trees that died
The days of life come few and fast:
we feel, we fight, we sleep, we try --
But there's no anodyne of hope
to give us strength to glimpse the sky
Behind the sludge we paste upon
our eyes, with all we read into
Our sagging minds. For what is time
that we should fill it up with
what is true?
the wintertime explodes in color,
joy inside and out of doors:
ration passion? out of fashion
racked and stacked in all the stores
of remaining yule provisions.
how the shelves were cleared and steered
towards what we have all been missing:
hope, that lately,
come, feel the wind across the water,
smell the hint of salty air;
come, see the silent and secluded,
i will come, and join you there.
there, we'll know our hearts are beating,
and that life is tall and wide;
there, there's comfort in succeeding
turning what's outside,
a noxious room
then, a world that's
turns a hive into
once, alive, in
grease and oil,
weight and steel,
time, like trains,
in one direction,
cares not how we think
The wind and rain have seasons
where they will work their ways;
They wear us down, eventually,
But it is no disgrace
To live the years, and show the years,
for as time goes, we follow --
And there's a peace that comes at last,
when we are still
The day has come; I wander off to think.
My purpose has been accidental, and
A change is coming; I am on the brink
Of being somewhere I don't don't understand.
The years like track that's led me to this place.
December coming, ghostly falls the snow:
Do I keep going, with no place to go?
My markers gone, and I cannot retrace
The signs I used follow ere the days
I worked. Employment's supposed to be phase,
And not identity, and yet I find
I stumble now, and wander, cold and blind.
Where it all leads I really cannot say,
Or what will come, now finally comes the day.
and so should you
into the written blue
to know the bad and true
or couldn't we?
she shook her head
the programmatic answer came
no one to love