15 Dec 2025
Looking out my window into open space
I can see what’s coming, though it’s far away
The birds are calling to the falling stars
Do they also shiver, is there hatred in their hearts
Come sit beside me, tell me all you feel
We have reached the age where wounds no longer heal
I wonder if each winter could be the last
If there is a future we can make our past
Let’s leave together when evening falls
Head up the river beyond its source
Maybe we will get there following that tune
The edges of our vision brightened by the moon