till when will you smile
make merry on dreams
and on your foolishnes
hold youself aside
the winter is here
its time to freeze
come down with my misery
and let your madness cease
and sulk for a while
those wings slapping the blue skies
those that I can not create
those that make my mouth agape
I bet those are made of thoughts
And thoughts made of wax
And lit by lights of visions
I have stood here mumbling
Cursing, wanting them to melt
So together we heavy our ambitions
And lighten up our blood
where will you be but lost
For those who tried
To write their names on dust
