It doesn’t feel like winter tonight.
The fires in the distance, in the hills,
Don’t feel real.
I disassociate from death.
Dead of night, riding west,
Knoxville’s manifest destiny to the sea,
And when I was 17, with Carrie at my side,
I thought I could make escape velocity.
Sad songs the constant thread through time,
As hope for fairy tales and magic in the night
Gives way to wanting a tender heart instead anger.
I’ve lived for decades from the memory
Of Katie touching my face.
The night is a half-life of spring,
The snows will be back.
This sad song fills me with sweet sadness.
I am angel, and I work for God, and am forbidden romance.
And that is what is right in this world.
faithlesspaladin 