It was always too late for us
Cold winds blew our dreams away
Before I could even say ‘I love you so’
To the girl with the hallowed hair.

Along these empty streets the scattered
Snow in the icy air tells me you’re not here.
I took you into my dreams before I even knew
You existed and all the twists of life bounded
Up with you. But who can see the end of life
In this storm of wind and cold and being young?

Do not tell me that the stars still shine
They are just God’s joke at our expense.
Life is lent, not given, borrowed on a whim
From accident, I hoped that serendipity
Was mistress of intent. But luck and chance
Conspired to come too late and fate took over.
A cold body on a sandy beach meant love came
Too late to recreate those blue-remembered hills of home.