Twisting lives, fragile ends
Morbid colours catch the sunbeams...

Drip, drip, drop
Taps the watery night...

The frozen mists of winter's touch
Rise and drift over fields and clutch...

The tiny drops of falling rain
Splash against my skin...

Can no longer choice be chosen
The times of day leave the lonely...

Catch thy breath
And hold thy tongue...

Curled up silver
Tangled chain...

Whispering conspiracies wander on the wind
Fragrance falls and leaves its taste...

Christmas is coming
You feel it in the air...

Your face reflects the words just said
Eyes shinning with the beginnings of tears...

Trickling down through the autumn leaves
A strand of daylight falls...

The ripple shivers down my spine
Tensing nerves and freezing time...