marrow from Snowdragons by jesse thom

we wake to winter plains and frozen mud
dreams swimming round our brains, an endless flood
sun reaching warm and strong, the touch of love
your heart, an organ song filled with blood

outside those balsam leaves
cover our pathways with decay
our breath, like couldron heat,
steams our life visible inside the light of day

walking our sleds over the gravel and snow
so many faces but you're the one that i know
climb to the hilltop, get ready to go
push off the edge i shout "look out below"
eyes closed wind rushing in
down we slide with you beside me friend
and when i look again
you're gone and i'm alone, and that's when i begin to sing...

• Acoustic
• folk
• instrumental
• singer-songwriter
• storybook
• Canada