Will Winter Be Our Season?

by Kevin Sinclair

She knows without me saying
Not that I talk much anymore
Questions just hang on her lips
While I seem to have closed a door
Is there a path through the clutter
Of what is left of our lives
Do we have the strength to walk through it
To see if a love can survive?

Are we moving in different directions
Or are we merely just drifting apart
Our songs are sung out of key
While communication is a dying art
There is no need to look for fault
Because we are both to blame
At some stage someone turned on the water
And out went the flame.

Tell me, is there still a spark
Lying there just waiting to ignite
To take the hint of frost from the air
Bursting into a fire so bright
Or will winter be our season
Bringing with it the rain
Wet, cold and so very alone
Sinking in silence to bear the pain.

Copyright ©1998 KG Sinclair. All rights reserved.