Drizzle drazzle
rain drops on my face
life and death play
in the dark so we
can't see what
we've done or
where we're goin'

Motion in a world
where all is still.
Dancing in a world
that's lost its thrill.
Blood in the water,
Life among the dead,
laughter with the deaf,
and tea among the roses.
And, as the last
buds bloom before
winter's long sleep,
a chill wind blows
across a field of broken
stubble, littered with
lost dreams.

AcB 10.98