the riot of tides in the absence of the winter moon
mid dream the biting cold interrupts a blissful sleep
the sun dies a slow death each winter day keeping the bridge of light lit for cold souls to cross over into paradise
aren’t we all illusions of a greater drama
missing the nights where time trails after the whispers in smoke
in a different life cat and i watching the winter clouds roll by
grey streets littered with them fallen from grace the wingless and faithless what will it take to light a little fire in their hearts
fog trap the face of the culprit never fades
dry eyes oh winter sky would you cry for me
we’ve walked a long way now and arrived at the soul of winter
elancharan gunasekaran 