At the Still Point - Dawn Ray'd

Another morning in tears

The piano hammers out

You catch yourself absconding with

All the worlds heavy truths

To flirt with the foolish optimism that

Is the start of winter

Drunken absurdities:

'it will be romantic

There is beauty in the cold!'

There is not

And it will try and kill us

That is a truth that all the trees know

We stray too far from the sun

The Earth strains at it’s tether