Cinders

This ​evening ​the ​mist ​has ​returned
The ​dawn ​of ​November ​burned
The ​morning ​mists ​away
Mist ​frames ​the ​day

Or ​did ​the ​earth ​just ​rise
Into ​the ​skies
At ​the ​end ​of ​the ​Hallowed ​Day?
Hallo ​day

Cinders ​lead ​the ​way
To ​the ​presence ​of ​an ​absent ​way
To ​the ​path ​that ​the ​fire ​took
To ​the ​burning ​haunting ​every ​book, every book

Tomorrow ​the ​day ​of ​souls
Cold ​mist ​and ​coals
I draw ​my-self ​around
The ​ashes ​I ​found

And ​yet ​I ​should ​touch ​these ​strings
Like ​those ​of ​the ​heart
We ​could ​touch ​them ​here
Right ​here

Cinders ​lead ​the ​way
To ​the ​absence ​that ​I ​just ​cannot ​say
To ​the ​path ​that ​the ​fire ​took
To ​the ​burning ​haunting ​every ​book, every book

When ​days ​of ​such ​harmony ​sing
What ​strikes ​the ​strings?
A ​shudder ​through ​shoulders ​and ​tears
The ​feeling ​of ​fears

And ​feelings ​how ​they ​rise
Like ​mist ​to ​the ​skies
But ​oh ​would ​the mist breathe ​again
I ​missed ​your ​goodbye

Cinders lead the way
To ​the ​absence ​that ​I ​just ​cannot ​say
To ​the ​path ​that ​the ​fire ​took
To ​the ​burning ​haunting ​every ​book