I watch you, as you walk away
without a backward glance...

If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

No one,
sees the light go out...

Sinking in this self made mire
of vaporous dreams...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

The halls were decked
The table set...

So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...

To see the beauty
in a single snowflake...

For ever in my heart you’ll dwell
a gentle presence, ever near...

Autumn’s palette
spreads out before me...