An Arctic air pushes past the cracking door as we step out into the newly forming night with many friendly cheers chasing us from the hall The searing wind grabs you by the ears seconds abroad and your bones will know the chill in the chalk-white light of this moon
Snow falls slowly first on the cliffs above the lane then these cobbles are scribbled out under a virgin whiteness We turn right down Henrietta Street hands meeting the iron rails that trace the pier edge The rugged fringes of the North Sea rim lit by the chalk-white light of this moon
Forgive the weather it cannot help the tearing at our laces, at our toggles its fingers fumbling with our buttons the wind wants at our napes and your white dress We see sparks spitting from a chimney the smoke house knows its duty Rising embers fight the delicacy of falling snow in the chalk-white light of this moon
My eyes drift out glance a fishing boat crossing the horizon as it cuts through the moon’s reflection Then they turn back to hers My wife, she holds my hand for the first time in our lives lit by the chalk-white light of this moon
We’ll brave the weather we’ll brave the seas as one we’ll brave everything to come The chalk-white light of the moon glinting on our ring fingers…
What have you done with the daylight? What have you done with all you’d waited for, so patiently those long days of nothing those long days of stumbling lost between the armchair and the fridge What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Since it came to you completely painted so beautifully smiling down and sunny licking the edges of your everything a warmth you’d doubted could be possible What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Did you let it bless the hours you were woken did you pull it close to you and give thanks for every moment not still scraping through the blackness you thought was never ending What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight? Did you take its hand in yours put a ring upon its finger did you skip town and start a family and make a pact to cherish always the brightness of that feeling What have you done with the daylight?