Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Dreams Will Come

Cold as ice
It was cold as ice out there
The wind came from the west
Clouds rolled over the emaciated hills
Over the skeletal, wintry hills
And as it was getting dark it started to snow

It seemed overnight winter had come, I said to myself
And pinned me where I stood
Pinned me right where I stood
Hiding at a filthy, frozen window
Watching the snow fall more gently
Against the darkening trees

Does your lover clench her fist as she sleeps
Like a child clutching a coin
I touch her, she wakes with a purr
Feel the fire in the kiss
Once I will wake up cold
And find morning turned to rain

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