She wore a black tiara
rare gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
to celebrate the dawning
of the new wastes of winter
gathering royal momentum
on the icy road.
With chill mists swirling
like petticoats in motion
sighted on horizons
for ten thousand years
the lady of the ice sounds
a deathly distant rumble
to Titanic-breaking children lost
in melting crystal tears.
Capturing black pieces
in a glass-fronted museum
the white queen rolls
on the chessboard of the dawn
squeezing through the valleys
pausing briefly in the corries
the Ice-Mother mates
and a new age is born.
Driving all before her
un-stoppable, un-straining
her cold creaking mass
follows reindeer down.
Thin spreading fingers seek
to embrace the sill-warm bundles
that huddle on the doorsteps
of a white London Town.
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove.
And the turntable spins
as the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
something's on the move.Behold, the sky is falling down
As twilight descends
Shattered rays still filter through
As the veil of darkness unfolds
In rapture I see all grace is gone
Embraced, all light now sleeps
The fall has come
This time is my home
At this time of year
All my anguish is gone
...with the sun...
The wind wipes out all grace
rejoice as the storm comes down
Behold the man upon the hill
Lonely he's awaiting
Sorrow is his only friend
Only he knows why
As wind has wiped out all grace
Raptured I am as the storm is taking me
Home
The wind has carried me
Back to my realm