In the creases of the black velvet,
As it grows cold,
The night spreads the arms,
Never really sure ,
If the rain would come…
Thoughts are a riot,
They storm and pour,
Stepping down the ladders,
Of reason and truth,
Excuses to go on,
Promises of a sunshine…
Tell me not to worry,
In a frosted glass house ,
Tell me I can dream..
For these stubborn grey clouds,
May roar and howl,
Tell me you can charm,
The lil’ glum beads,
To kiss and wash away,
A sullen winter…