Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall. Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all. How sweet is the day. I'm craving a darkness.
Once when I was thirty-one. I woke in the dead of night. And heard the vastness of the snowfall outside. Slipped downstairs in my bare feet. Soon forgotten freezing.
Well it's you and it's me. Me with a drink in my hand. The ice is tinkling like a wind chime. And late afternoon settles over the land. And you're talking about things.