Forget holding these days,
Slipping into winter’s cache.
Forget staring into evening’s countdowns
No sense is made in counting light
Where time is the futile game of the insane.
In Fading Light
Forget holding these days,
Slipping into winter’s cache.
Forget staring into evening’s countdowns
No sense is made in counting light
Where time is the futile game of the insane.
Shaken Rain 