Out of the Storm
Nancy Price
fall 2005


We go the same way, same time every day
you're there at the stop six o'clock
I met you at Christmas, snow crunch and the listless
stare of tired shoppers, I offer my mittens

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Your hands look so cold there with nothing to hold
The pink of your face, could I embrace you?
let's get in out of the storm
My hands are cold but my heart is warm

Everything's melting, the spring rain is pelting
you're there at the stop six o'clock
Please take my umbrella, I'm under a spell
wet hair in your eyes, you surprise me with smiles

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Through the winter, I was in statis
you got me moving, you were an oasis
an island of beauty surrounded by darkness
all was cold but you were a spark

Days grow longer, feelings are strong
I've been learning all along
I was wrong

We go the same way, same time every day
you're there at the stop six o'clock
I met you in darkness but all is not right
How can this be you now that I see you in light?

Your hands were so cold there with nothing to hold
The pink of your face, how could I embrace you?
let me in, out of the storm
My hands are cold

Give me my mittens, my thoughts you controlled
give my umbrella to me to unfold
give back my life before I'm too old
my hands are burnt and my heart is cold