What if we waited till the break of day

To watch what has come and gone away

What if we held on till the brink of dawn

To salute what has come undone

Somehow seeing in the dark

It is not all grave and stark

Somehow fleeing from the shore

It is not all aching to the core

A few tears less from my face

Counting the fears left in this space

A few years sober from your love

Counting the stars still shining above

(c) Niconica 2010