In want I feel the thrill of blood
drip down my length...

Running through the streets of the soul
where leaves sleep in tousled heaps...

Today I saw the sun come up
and wondered at the beauty of the world...

Slowly awakes the dawn,
Her chorus, spilling out in notes of joy...

The music box
Lies there unwound...

In fading shadow swiftly spent
is wrapped this heart against the world...

Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...

December
Once tenth and final month...

Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...

Drowning on dry land,
Every breath an effort...

Come and walk within my walls
and listen whilst I whisper...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...