When You And I Where Young

when you and I were young

we would press our white faces from the car

Ans the rain on the windows would run through the gathering dark

And the lampposts shone and dogs would run into the dying frame

where the park was glowing dimly through the silence of the lanes

And the radiators hum rose above the falling leaves

where so fragile and so young you had drifted into sleep

I've been for a walk

And every face I see seems to be mine

night-time comes

the birds have flown

a fever glows in every line

I love this season

this weary night

the flint the dreams the silent pines

the eeriness

is in the feeling

that I have finished everything

And a child from the school was running back to her car

And her white face cried she was deaf and afraid of the dark

And the whispering house grew still as we stared into the night

in the garden and the lamps and the window's fading light

And though Christmas was the same, we had seen another year

turning softly through the flames