Healed Eyes from SCOTLAND by Ghost Cousin

Black and white litter the floor
leading up to the door and out
onto the ice.
We'll stop on the way
at a warm place to stay.
Wouldn't that be nice?

And up with the sun we'll rise,
and turning away from your healed eyes,
I'll say it's all right and we'll compromise
for a while.

I can remember the day.
You were so far away.
What was I to do?
Cover my eyes and pretend
it was far from the end.
It meant more to you.

The dying sun, searing the sky,
reflected to me in your healed eyes.
I'll say it's all right and we'll compromise
for a while.

Black and white litter the floor,
and the strings all are torn
in this empty house.
For what would they says
when there's nothing today
left to talk about?

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