Song for November

The mirror has shattered

But what do the shards reflect?

The mirror has shattered

But what do the shards reflect?

The mirror has shattered

But what do the shards reflect?

Night after stormy night

Followed by the heavy lidded mornings

Night after stormy night

Followed by the heavy lidded mornings

Night after stormy night

Followed by the heavy lidded mornings

Then the long afternoons

On which we drifted, drowsy

Blind as moles

Life is lonely

But evеn parallel lines intersеct at infinity

Our lives are not metaphorical

In my darker memories

I spiral back toward you