Winter Coming

Winter's coming, I am told,
The nights are long, the days are cold.

Within my fortress I can see
There is nothing for me to deceive;
So I look into myself
And find that my life is on a shelf.

Knowledge is gold, I understand,
And for it do I have to pan;
For the love of God in my heart is shed,
And in no direction is my life led.

Was it for joy that I took
Of water a drink from the brook;
I know not how, but I can have joy.
And for it do I ever employ.

And now this story of my life is gone.
The days are cold, the nights are long.

1988