Sunday, March 05, 2017


When we become phantoms
Flying on wide, night skies
That are brimming with stars
Do not come then with kisses,
Or fair things of loving value
Bring your gifts now into warmth
For once sunlight is cold upon us
And our skin is turned to grey
When all our clocks have paused
And all our love is ever vanished
Then all these hopes and dreams
Will scatter into the moonlight
For my love, then it will be too late