Tale as old as

It snowed today - beautiful chaos - and I missed you, just like every day of this bleak winter. Missed that sigh you make after a long fable-story you're always spillin over to tell. Miss the smell of you and that gaze, that treasures all the wildness in the world, in me. Listened not, to a single syllable spoken to my ears, I only listened to the wind. The wind now shrieking into the icy midnight - how I envy it. The hushed longing inside where it's safe - it only settled quietly into murky pools of eyes - and slowly follows all along in understood strange companionship. Think the strength of it though, could reach those miles to the California coast and sing, sing, sing all hollow - between those mountains that go climbing altitude to new ideas. Can you hear it? While you smoke that cigar and ease back…with a squeak, into an old rusted plastic-seated chair in your little yard - where the wolves don't roam but you hear them far off - and into that moon, so big and warm, changing everything, you watch…Listening to the wild desert night, and realize you hear upon the ocean breeze….suddenly whispering, with a chill - "come back to me"…come back to me…come back to her… 

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Twist fate if I could and return to her. That last night, that last night, oh darling that night - if only we'd known then what must be said, what would end - through your storied window still I would've climbed. Felt like climbing all the world heroically, racing down that highway yet again with a borrowed, stolen car - felt like laughing at luck - all just to know such sweet kisses she saves for me, sweet skin and moves…same sweet eyes she had years ago and now, looking up at me were cherishing inside the flickers of light, like magic in my veins. I could lose, or find, everything there. I could have, have had  -like joyous capture- all of her and still… Still I hear her on the wind. Why's it follow me so far away? Thought here, great here that is, finally I'd outrun it - know she's gone from me for leavin', for leavin'… -I left her kissin me goodbye in that old satin robe, holding back the door we'd open and closed 'few times over already. Over, was ticking on the neon clock and it was an hour past my time for really leaving, for the long drive, -for join over everything, all wear towns and thoughts, -back to the coast of dreams. Back in the coast of dreams. Still I hear her callin' me, and I think of home…

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