Journeys of A Man

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Winter's fire

needle to the record
the beat of the drum
sticks on cymbals, steady clicks
winter in my breathing
in and out
until it fades for a moment
wanting to do something dangerous
hazardous to my health
take that chance
winter coat
winter coat
the one with the pocket
that's held a memento of the past for years
look at it, return it
the sound of the acoustic guitar
as if God Himself is speaking to me
I never learned to play
and another year is about to go away
I need a thousand voices
a few kindred souls
light the fire
to survive the winter
to survive this life
winter coat
something to behold
keeping me warm through these years
the stories I could tell
sitting by that fire
wherever that fire burns