As winter's darkness slowly closes in
Between the layers of my soul and me
And creeps beneath the measures of my skin
Into the depths of what I cannot see.
I wonder whether all is lost or not,
We can still see a little in the dark,
And though all life, it seems, is bound to rot
We still chose sometimes not to disembark.
So winter gathers round us and it warms,
The parts of us that waited in the night,
And all the gentle dances it performs,
And bound up in the loneliness of light.
So we can see the way that summers bloom,
Inside the winter darkness and the gloom.