Needle

you flew like an angel through the neighborhood
while I drew you between every card
the wind was blowing through the window
the grass was growing in the yard
the guy next door was just getting home from work
from his job as a security guard
your face hung and hovered just above the deck
while I reached for another card
 
and the game just kept on going
and the wind just kept on blowing
and the grass just kept on growing
and the only thing I was knowing
was your voice like a needle sewing

        this melancholy dream
        is a wall to climb
        no matter what I dream
        itís a wall to climb

we left all the cards just laying where they were
put the empties down by the sink
something crossed my mind from right out of a blur
like it was written in invisible ink
I couldnít hold a flame or a candle might occur
to a chain just looking for a link
and as I pondered more I further lost my way
and I finally just tried not to think
 
and the game just kept on going
and the wind just kept on blowing
and the grass just kept on growing
and the only thing I was knowing
was your voice like a needle sewing
 
Copyright Hills Snyder, 2007. 
 


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