Nice to meet you,

Now your winter.

I’ve come a long way

In the blink of an eye.


Not your friend, no

But not your fight.

You can

Shut your eyelid to

Shut me out—

But when the light comes through

As it always does,

I’ll be at your side

Carrying you into

Whatever comes next,

Whatever comes on,

Just over the hill,

and through the woods,

and beyond the dream,

through light and dark,

My sweet summer child.

Yes, it’s quite nice,

my love,

To finally meet you.

Sigh, into me

One last time,

The eons before

And the eons after

Ride your breath, your peace

In knowing, yes,

It is me, all along,

and always would be.

All our times have come

Here but now they’re gone.

Blue Oyster Cult

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