wintersong
of all the songs i've never sang
this is the one i regret the most
but you and i remain here
by the colored lights
i'm wondering who i was
in another life
and being in love with november
all shivering, with our minds aglow
with music
and moonlight
and that fresh-out-of-the-dryer feeling.
you can be lemonade on a summer day
or cider in the crisp autumn
and i will anticipate the midnight stars
to look so long at the sky
that i forget i'm not
the icy moon of a far-off planet
revolving around twin suns
and i would stare at the ceiling
until it was a nebula
and in it was the adventurer
that i become when i dream.
at half-past snowtime
i will rescue you
with my silly socks on
and we will become warm
and grammatically unstable
and we can go to sleep
with our sweaters on
and not have to explain anything.
Dec 11, 2006
(Published 08.21.2008 , updated 08.01.2009 )
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