These empty streets
It was always too late for us, my love,
Cold winds blew our dreams away
Before I could even say 'I love you so'.
Along these empty streets the scattered
Snow in the icy air tells me you're not there.
I took you into my dreams before I even knew
You existed and all the twists of life bounded
Up with you. But who can see the end of life
In this storm of wind and cold and being young?
Do not tell me that the stars still shine.
They are just God's joke at our expense,
Life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim
From accident, we hoped serendipity was master
Mistress of our intent. But luck and chance
Conspired to come too late and fate took over.
As usual a cold body in a lake means love came
Too late to recreate the blue-remembered hills of home.