The dark time’s here, the clock’s gone back again
And I can’t concentrate on anything
It could be bodily and mental strain
From being a little short of sleeping
It’s fun sometimes to go without, watching
The hours go by with all four of our eyes
The days and nights are ours, intermingling
The dark and the light, day and night. Like spies
We see more than we should, and find goodbyes
Take longer than they did, and yet remain
On each other’s brain once separating
They say snow’s on the way; hope it’s not lies
Even though the ice cold can cause us pain
It would be a beautiful new setting
Sun 26 Oct 2008
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