It was dark, and dreary, and cold
And a waste of time to behold
Gloomy days in a mirror
Waiting for them to thaw thinner.
And I have been entertained by
My eerie dreams, with them I lie
Wrapped in a blanket of despair,
Wrapped my head with a rag of scare.
I love to wake up and walk off.
But my unachieved moments scoff
At my now of nothing, of nevertheless
Of feeling of never, I will nonetheless
Cross my glacier of gloom
And winter shall have a bloom
Through its warmth and woe.
A peacock is lying in wait
At the emerald gate
Keeping a long-promised date
With the little fingers of rain to celebrate
Dawn’s dwindling darkness,
And now I can hear the Sun tapping at the doors
Of my consciousness.
