Pleasure this, a drab and distant adventure
A sailboat sailing home
Sleep wakes me up a good time
Old horses riding home
Curious Sam's dancing fireplace
A lamp to our quiet town
Brick, dark red, like an aging wine
Striped socks, under covers, set down.
Abandoned little girls left alone in running cars
Dragonflies on windows, scientists, examining from afar
You'll find their electric dreams locked in journals, I suppose
With their smiles still buckled, seatbelts at their nose
Guitars floating downstream, some man outside the bar
Waving at me, drink in hand, lipstick on his collar
Two hands, indecisive, glued in the pockets of my coat
The frozen ocean awaits, just one admitted each boat
Souls preserved in amber glass, two tickets to the show
Words dripping from your mouth, their meanings you'll never know
Puzzling pieces that jumble the mind, they weigh a heavy load
Ruins that haunt the sleepless kind, wandering down the road
Elderly couples, forgetting sense in evergreen rocking chairs
Their favorite books, shelved by force, bellow beneath the stairs
What remains of their minds in the rolling breeze, I've wondered up 'til now
I know what's left, as there's never much left, in the Winter of this quiet town.
