Trick

Wintermorning

It's cold and it's dawning

You are walking

The long way home

With your head bent low

Maybe I'm someone you know

The Night is over

And you look cold

 

A window is open

Curtains open

You look at me

To see if I look at you

Gently you pull

Your new dress on

You look good

You look young

Between the moon and the sun

Between the dreams

And another day's run

You see the faces

Of forgotten friend

You hear the rousing voice

Of an old flame