Days have been cruel to you,
The nights have stolen from you,
Mornings blind you,
And in these mornings I see sight
In your eyes.
The evenings have lost their light and
shrouded you in darkness,
Dawn lurks too long in the shadows
Perched upon its timely haze,
Dusk is the ancient hour of witching
And it has bewitched you,
Time is running in slow circles
And we around it,
Time is leaving red herrings
And dry patches
You follow it,
And I follow you.
