How many bad stories before a good one?

when your heart and your love are two quiet mice
and reason gets dressed in the other one's skin
you err, succumbing to love

the nights and the mornings hold us together
deceit and isolation break us apart
the abyss moves inward
when snow covers the ice

how can we undo the plight that's standing on our doorstep?
you provide it with water, I provide it with food and shelter
and every act against oneself dims the light of lov
when all the freedom you have grown inside
should fertilise the soil of your loved one

(Aug. 2012 / reworked 2025)