January (c) Nick Anvil 2006

Jan. . . uary has a few more storms this year
to go.
We have seem the worst of them just
several months ago.
We were in the middle of our winter then
you know
When you laid down and left us like the
purely driven snow.
Jan . . .uary


Jan . . . uary keep the heart fires burning all aglow
Red roses that fill the aroma of what we can know
Open season in the middle of the white icy winter snow
Laying down dreams left by melting streams of verbal flow
Jan . . . uary


Oh bring me back to the open fields
Of words you spoke so often feared
Your presence far and yet so near
In Jan . . . uary

Jan . . . uary breaking all the fairy tales that never can survive
In the memory of voices screaming we will all survive
The dreams that lay unawakened while you slumber through the night
In the crevices of darkness that are waiting for the light
Of Jan . . . uary