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Yet Another Song For A Blue Guitar

I want that voice again
singing through a blue-shadowed room
every day spent lying among glowing dreams
his songs sound of
the farewell kiss I’ve lost somewhere in the past

I’ve uncovered sidewalks of snow but I can’t find
the path to her sunny magic

Where did everything fly away to?
I can still see her falling into a smile
but I want to feel that long lost kiss
I want my fingers back in her hair

The sky is colored in evening above the applause
as the final song rings into silence
here comes the snow
on these filling streets

Are you looking up at the dawning winter?
Are there snowflakes falling in your eyes?
Is it sparkling in your hair?

I’m tired in the empty rooms I always have
to come home to

I wish you were with me
I’d brush the shining snow from your hair
and light candles in the windows

But you’re not here
no reason to light any candles
snow dissolves into puddles near the doorway
I sink into a chair
and he starts singing

these songs
they do comfort

but where are you?