Tim Zahar November Sky

In my land

Where winters are dark

We hold sky like atlant

Close it in arc

Something grand

Of light born and lurk

When your hand in my hand

After a good love



Then you sleep

But I lay and think

Of your looks on me so deep

Frozen don’t blink

Morning cold

Hang onto the city

Are you someone to hold

Or someone to let go



November sky

Hopeless and high

Taught me to appreciate

What I’m near to deny



You should know

If we fall apart

Your ghost never won’t go

Forever in my heart

Soon I’ll walk

Among statues of past

Meanwhile the moment

Of present still last



This is like

Mixed bitter and sweet taste

Possession of treasure

With fear to waste

God above

This november sky

Fulfill my heart with love

Or give me strength to deny



November sky

Hopeless and high

Taught me to appreciate

What I’m near to deny