On such a cold night,
by a darkening window.
A soul recalling the frightful
echoes of the past?

I remember love,
and sometimes life.
Love and life,
that rusted over time
A heart more exhausted
by the day.

A world of tears
in a blazing coal fire.
A thousand hawthorn trees,
hiding an ancient self-pity.

And in a moment,
a coming of age.
A voice, unconcerned with era.
And lit with desire and care
To shine on my face,
a slow dropping love.