Chittering and squawking against the gale,
Strung through masts she leans...

The shadows have departed
Halos are good at hiding horns...

I wish I could knit scarves of silver and gold...
I would drape them around your neck...

Words wobbling from forefather jowels,
All alpha-males, of course...

The image is there,
And I choose not to look away...

They can escape the darkness,
They can escape the darkness...

1.)
Winter sheltered snow-beds...

It takes control, as
Quietly it sneaks in...

The shards of gold and silver
Dart and shimmer in a recess of my mind...

Words so hard to say in daylight
Now fly as whisperings from our lips...

Why does the celebration of these people,
Not fill my heart with equal joy...

There are waves in my dreams
That darkly shimmer like mica...