Dismal the rain defiant rain drags me away from beyond then until now. Unquiet skies grey by the utter absence of time. And time, my love, seems evermore to never end. Disturb false whispering winks with the sweetness of your caress. Fall deeply in the silence of my pretty mess. Hold my small box of tomorrows in a strand of thought incomplete. And I will calculate the loss of you as the cold settles round my feet.