Days of cold and drizzle
by cricketjeff on February 18, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
On these days of cold and drizzle you’re a voice inside my mind,
Just an echo of a promise in my heart.
When I’m alone, not lonely, there is company to find,
And your voice takes centre stage to play its part.
You’re the smile I thought forgotten in a past I never knew,
You’re the whisper of the wind on summer days,
When I know I’m at a crossroads you will pipe up right on cue,
You’re my sat-nav that will help me through the maze.
Are there words inside your whisper? Can’t you make the meanings clear?
Will I know you when I meet you, by and by?
On these days of cold and drizzle I shall keep you very near,
And we’ll try to teach each other how to fly.
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