after the fall winter may darken us all light fades away subsiding to quietening grey sleeping in hay sheltered by warm childhood day withering past shadings of solstice cast the thin line bewteen river and lake we´ll be fine if sometimes we break breathing time between give and take we will find truce in our ache after we fall all the around seems so tall worlds turning grey yearning for echoes of may what may have been in long gone hours unforseen ponder has brought muse and unreasonable sought the thin line bewteen river and lake will define if sometimes we break breathing time between give and take we will find truce in our ache