From Cross, Cradle and Beyond

I scroll through

the lonely sundry market on a winter's day.

Up above the lights glow

The streets dance in the sun’s golden hue 

Everything is crystal; except me and you


The strings of heart I weave for you

The million more miles I walk through and through

to make you come back to me

All seem as futile as the market’s melting snow.


I shall sing a lullaby for you

I shall dance a dance for you too

Sitting and pondering over your passing this winter’s day

As I cradled you in my arms and you cried away

But stopped too short, just a few hours

And your short pulseless form in a coffin lay


I had cried that day and will cry ever more

For I dream a sweet dream to sing a lullaby for you

Your solitary sundry form on that winter's day 

Shall forever in my baby cradle lay


I look back and realise that it was always meant to be this way


Me a loner, you a wanderer

But you wandered too far that winter's day

Far away; too far away

To the lord’s feet; let the lord be glad 


Forever shall I call you mine

My baby of that sundry winter day

Wandering among the empty streets

Wandering among the empty cradles 

Wandering forever and forever

Leaving me, the loner, to wait for the end of "forever"

Ah, this Sundry Winter's Day

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