Snow falls round the lamppost
Yesterday trips across my brow
I hunger for revelation
Like a raven on a wire
Be still, pull the covers up
Hide beside me in the moonlight
Count pennies into little piles
Rifle through the carpet strands
I found yesterdays ashes
Laid them all out on the walkway
And a nineteen fifty-four blue dodge
Rolled on by so quietly
A snowflake on my eyelash
I could yearn for what could have been
Had I hidden myself better
But I lingered in the dark
Watching for the sky to fall
Waiting for the chill to drop down
To plunge into my mem'ries
And sort out my destiny
Snow packed hard under my feet
No way for me to hide my tracks
Even if I had wanted to
Landlocked in winter's day
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