Shivering

Is this night or day?

The winter bites pieces out of me

The wind has blown my mind away

And slapped my cheeks red hot and icy.

Hands full of frozen nails

Grab me with a hundred fingers

And with numbing sighs it wails

Tragic tales of past winters.

Stumbling down that windy street

I yearn for something warm and steady,

Not that ever changing howl and sleet

Blowing the flesh off my body,

But something to cling onto like a hand

Made of skin and bone,

Pulsing blood to heat me up

And hold me fast when I'm alone

I wouldn't mind the wind so much

If I had a hand to go to

The cold and winter have been such

That I've caught myself thinking of you,

And shaking in the wind like in a fever

That wind which claims me his alone

I yearn for a hand of skin and bone

I wish, oh how I wish for summer