Where the tangled images meet
& mercy spells defeat
For a time
Where hurried thoughts are stirring
Rushing out to greet
The open air
Intercepted by a demon
Who hungers for the mouth
That only speaks despair
There is a time for planning
There is a time of rest
The hour of no decision
Is the time that you like best
It is raining in the alleys
All the streetlights
Now are broken
You give to me your beauty
A humble winter token