The Light Will Come Again

I cried when I found the pine needles you'd trodden inside,

Let's lie again, about the good times. The light will come again.

In the woodland, did you meet the Angels?

Mastery of this turning, you and your lips, garnished with holly

And berries,

They shut off the lights, gone Tuesday. Out of house, no longer home.

I spent a winter in black,

By your side, searching for that bottle we'd kept for best.

I might have shared that sin with a thousand mouths,

And yet I can hear your tears like morning rain in the kitchen,

Yet I pour. And outside, the trees cry free their shrouds.

It's welcome, to see them bare. I feel we know each other.

Outside, my skin does not recognise you,

And in the street, the snow dances,

Like it might be showing us how.

Take your glass,

And still, in the street the snow dances.

Lets toast to something special about the end. The light will come again.