Ice in the Spring - Yellow Eyes

It was night above

But yellow at the rim

My last days here were spent

Raising the fence

To keep the glow from seeping in

Beyond the gate

I knew the crystal chandelier

Had released its spokes into the watercourse

The cathedral in the fog unmanned

The sunken meadow with no guilt

Began to ache

But in my last days here

I locked the gate

And turned the mirror

So that the silver side was looking at the paint

It was night above

But yellow at the rim

There is ice in the spring

There is ice in the spring