A Nightshades Song

Winter rains lover
the cold north wind
fought against the thought of warmth
in which we would embrace again.

It holds steadfast to the slow
beating of the window pane
drums loudly out thoughts
leaving us numb.

Ice courses through veins
long forgotten canals
whom once held court for promises
of love stricken stars
that fell from above.

Silence is left shouting
deaf tones of moments
long held to endless night
shade which we decided to get drunk on
and parade
through the death streets of our ancestors
dancing dreams
with them forever on...
...movements to the song.