You'll need to dress warm. 

The wind's cold from a magic 

carpet at that height.

Today there wasn't
any sun. The night had no 
beginning or end.

I'm sitting in the 
living room, my coat on, like 
something might happen.

The anger was 
planted then grew through me, gripping, 
strangling my heart. 

I was, oh, so tired
and that black night/warm, soft bed 
felt so mighty fine.

It was there, close.  
I could feel its sounds and hear
the way it looked at me.

She let the wind catch

the blanket before it fell 

softly on the sand.

My mind was racing,
but around only one thing:
his legs, his eyes, him.

I pulled my jeans
over my thighs and slowly wrapped 
my waist up in them.

That feeling I get 

when the night's black and I lay 

under warm blankets.

In my heart I felt
akin to every person
I walked by that day.

There's fire in my heart

keeping me warm within from 

the cold, cold outside.

I think we've exchanged 
skins. I feel you under mine.   
Do you feel me, love? 

one 
moment 
it 
was 
winter 
then 
the 
skies 
parted
I 
thought 
it 
was 
spring

I realized something 
in your eyes, love, and I think 
it was our future.

There I was with my 
doe eyes wanting you to want 
me as I did you.

the best memories
are being made by you right 
now here in this life

Every moment takes
me somewhere. I just never
know exactly where.

The sounds are quiet.
The air is still and cold. The 
night waits for the sun. 

There's melancholy
warmth in grey skies and cold nights
for Winter's come home.