Dark sky looms overhead across the Mersey
Like a blanket of grey candy floss
Creeps ever closer and the cold bite of evening comes
People walk without smiles to occupied to notice each other
In summer they would glance and smile, exchange words
Now the bite of the cold new year bows their heads in symmetry.
They sit on the bus pods in place shutting out all around
Trying to make the journey home in a shroud of invisibility
If you don't see or hear it doesn't happen does it?
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
Dark sky looms overhead across the Mersey
Like a blanket of grey candy floss
Creeps ever closer and the cold bite of evening comes
People walk without smiles to occupied to notice each other
In summer they would glance and smile, exchange words
Now the bite of the cold new year bows their heads in symmetry.
They sit on the bus pods in place shutting out all around
Trying to make the journey home in a shroud of invisibility
If you don't see or hear it doesn't happen does it?
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