Falling, Too

transformed in oblivion
a bright flutter
falling all around
street lights flicker
within their torn eyes

come see the winters
in our brighter days

come see the winters
come see our winters
in our brighter days

silver scapes falling
onto their shoulders

come see our winters
in our brighter days

silver scapes falling
onto their shoulders
upon the palette
of almost blackness

come see our winters

rhythmically flowing
and deafened their minds
it deafened their minds

come see our winters