
As the sun fades out
Home to a cold reception
Cock o’ the north… Moi?

As the sun fades out
Home to a cold reception
Cock o’ the north… Moi?

Under a bruised sky
Time and tide wait for no man
Soon we must cast off

In these darkened times
Searching for fragments of light
To a healing path

When the softest thing
Overcomes the hardest thing
In the universe
Lao Tzu

Through barrelling waves
As God’s finger points at me
The sky joins the sea

Fighting for sunlight
We turn and go with the flow
Harsh winter softens

From hibernation
She pours colour over me
Waking up with spring

Descend dark woodland
Alight into sheets of light
Winter night wonder

Dance like a puppet
Weaving through your song of spring
Vibrato love strings

A newly born year
Barely walking bombarded
I pray you survive