coiling mists
down long winding roads
a hundred dark riders
blurring the lines of frost
pursuing frail dreams
and things lost

chasing the memory
chasing the day
green rivers
combing their hair
with willow fingers
brittle and bare

do we get a free pass
do we forget what was said
under the pale stargazer's sky
- words flowing scarlet red
old vows a gossamer thread

midnight creeps closer
burning the sparks away
-we sift through violin strings
and Druid rings
our icy wishes
sprouting wings

there was a time
when we were wild
our big hair
making us blind
but now
there aren't many things
still left to find

crumbs and secrets
buried in a drawer
a difficult test
might make us recall
our very best

my rosy cheeks
a breezy step
picture of youth
in ballet flats
running towards you
no more rest

remember when
we were Vikings
ice in our eyes
flying on promises
with hearts so wise

crystal mornings
our playgrounds
echoing breaths
those lovely sounds

on cracking water
treading the waves
limbs so strong
no right no wrong

dancing on hot feet
under Aurora lights
help me remember
those wild flights

walking through memories
- a misty park of fallen leaves

hot-fingered hands
in each other's pockets
welcoming and deep
as promises whispered
promises to keep

the air is full
of buzzing thoughts
lit up by cold eyes
eyes the colour
of the coming frost
- we keep close
like little children lost

hiding footprints
in the clouds
raining breaths
on crinkly shrouds