Sweet Winter

It’s a warm day in January
Months till the summer comes
But somehow the springtime
Seems not far away
I’ve been writing too fiercely
Like the words that will lift me
Are just within reach now
And coming on strong

Icicles dripping,
The water flows softly now
Slow like a river
Warmed low with the sun
Maybe you’re winter now
Wait till the summer’s here
I’ve got the mind
To let this free horse run

Smoking this cigarette
Chills and the moonlight
Talking too quickly
To think that I’m sane
Quiet home, candles lit
Windows high, here I sit
Full of the fear of
Reviving the game

Late at night, windy howls
I feel that sadness
Brush sweet ‘cross my face
Wrap her arms like a child
Yet, somehow, not alone
I think I’m given
This chance to make right the days
And make it towards home

Icicles dripping,
The water flows softly now
Slow like a river
Warmed low with the sun
Maybe you’re winter now
Wait till the summer’s here
I’ve got the mind
To let this free horse run