Paint the sky light and fog
Put the blues back where they go
Sweep the reds away before the master wakes
And shines his head over the morning
Fall on me rain of ice
Put my senses back in my head again
Bring me back from my dream where this was real
And remind me that it all is fake
Bite my skin oh frigid friend
And take me back to bundled fun
Bring my sister to mind and brother too
Take away my wet feet but remember the days
I’m running out of breath
And I feel so alone in the snow
It seems unfair to think of this time again
But why should I think this memory’s any different?

-J. Bachman  ¶ 2:48 PM