Tuesday, June 21, 2011

the shortest day

The shortest day is like the shortest breath
It's cold. People look frozen.
Time moves fast as it does slow
On the shortest day.

We have a wine.
We light a smile.
We see only a few.
On the shortest day

Years ago we had it figured out
Now things have changed again
And we could be anywhere at all
On the shortest day

Many dreams gallop overhead
and the sun sets all too soon
So all we have is each other
On the shortest day

Tomorrow the light will increase again
Perhaps make sense to us some more
Hey where are we going?
On the shortest day.

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