I now find myself singing songs <br />like when I was a child, when someone <br />would say quiet now, time for quiet <br />and I would sing, and sing <br /> <br />now I have her, next to me at night <br />warm body, warm soul, warm eyes <br />and I sing to myself about wolves <br />because it makes the moon come alive <br /> <br />and outside the snow is deep and cold <br />this bed is deep and full of icy sheets <br />I say enough, she moans, I moan, and <br />we all fall down<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nursery-rhyme-4/
