January

The stranger is arriving
A stranger I will leave
This January is stranger
Than the strange things you believe

You speak about commitment
The joy you'd like to know
I wish that I could help you
But my path gums up with snow

I can choose my direction
My timing not at all
I stumble through the shadows
Along the dry stone wall

I drag along my shadow
Through landscapes dark and queer
The feral dogs all growling
At the feral deer

You cannot hear my footfall
Your white blinds block the view
Perhaps I'll send a message
To say I thought of you

A stranger is arriving
A stranger I will leave
This January is stranger
Than the strange things you bеlieve