somebody once told me
they want old me back
but i'm too afraid to say
they can't have the old me back

somebody once told me
that something was missing
and i told them
to keep reminiscing

the cold
covers up our eyes
now in winter coats
we've forgotten all the lies
and months of
severed ties
means that everything
has died

Tracing fingers
obliged to stroke a map
float across a pond
and dance with just a tap
lands of promise
and secrets yet to see
take us to the places
that they said I'd never see

clouds of chamomile
and locks of lion's mane
sleeping in silence
with his biblical name
his lips as soft as snowflakes
he's my night-time in forever
he asks me when i'm waking
never, ever, ever

There's a tale of a child
born into the snow
to two months prior
of January's glow
firstly honored by
only his Grandfather's name
tainted by his last
and his Father's game
A hidden tear falls
from a tree in November
but lands so quickly
that he can barely remember