I love the things that i have made, lights upon the sky, spinning all the while and and all the places that i've been are easy to forget, just like the way that she used to smile.and everything is witnessed, through moving panes of glass, winter sunlight flashing through the tress, christmas lights and snow to come, falling soft and silent like a wish or a blanket on the years.sleepless dreams like drunkards, trying to stagger home, all the lights that i was sure of are buried safe away, deep in the frozen ground.and all of this is witnessed, through a moving pane of glass, winter sunlight flashing through the trees, christimas lights and snow to come, falling soft and silent like a wish or a blanket on the years.
