that is gone that is gone

 that is gone   that is gone

a pale-watered night is falling cold

always a sucker for a snow scene

an adventure tingling on fingers

of a looking for the last leaves

they are gone   they are gone

on looking for the bright star

a childhood into a flowing

that is gone   that is gone

where are the headstones

the headstones in the sun

of the gone   of the gone

windows in their upglow

as the dark night darks down 

inside reflecting as the dark closes up

fired in their hearth of hearths

across a city of tundra

wander in wonder

you ask of the dumb snow

why do i get never get an answer

from the gone that are gone

begone now you old fool

you are getting cold   getting cold