They’re dragging the dead trees out this morning
It’s a time of haze and of loss
Rebirth for some
The closing of the casket for others
Me…
Somewhere in-between
Between retreat and the will of manifestation
Between the lost child and the broken old man
On this morning of the New Year
And just outside, they’re dragging the dead trees out
Giving aid to weary
Hope to the hopeless
And me…
Walking a hangover morning
Of loss
Of time
I’m somewhere inside
Nursing wounds with words
Bathing in memories
And where are you?
In this New Year
I’ll never know