Staring at the fire
The moss holds
It grips
Then unwinds
It rests in fingers
Tonguing high
The depths of winter
Comes Alive
I have seen
A longitudinal dawn
In a town known
For its perfect form
The night was brighter
In Forty-Five
The depths of winter
Come Alive
Seen it all before
Look me in my eye
You know its the truth
You know I don't lie
It's all in the way
The coffee's hot
You've seen my dreams
You know they're not
Alive
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