Remembering Russia
Was it a dream?
Because somehow, somewhere
I feel we were torn at the seams
And the fabric of two lives
Then stretched out to others
Fraying and searching
For a way back to each other
Guided only by the threads of memory
Stitching feelings of nostalgia
That seem to show up
And sew up
Every Winter...
Strange how she always found the darkness
The solitude
So comforting
Why Winter?
Why now, do I see all of Siberia
In your blue-grey eyes
It stretches on forever
A tapestry of our time together
In another realm
Where we had nothing
So we had everything
And so I remember
As you speak to me, like some kind of tzar
Of some bizarre
Dream empire in the sky
And whether we'd really want that
Whether we need all that...
Or if you and I
Are enough
To sew a new story
To patch a new chapter together
The one where we found each other
Remembering Russia.
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