that is november

I am lost
I am not to be found
I think i got lost
In summer
It was quite warm
But i got hit
By an icicle that had not melted
Though surrounded by warmth
Since spring
I am lost
I cannot be found
My silent steps
Almost could be heard
If anyone
Ever listened
Ever looked
Deep
Into the grey and black
Into the gray and black
That is november

But call me home
Call me home with the wild birds
Leave me room
Leave me light
Call me home with the black birds
Use the language you know
And i'll come




/ Elo-Mall Toomet /