November Nights  (Parsons)


You say that you're restless
You say that you know me too well
You've seen all my best
And you've heard all the stories I tell
You think you've been taken for granted
You're probably right

Still I remember the November Nights
When the dawn on your doorway shone white with frost
And the soft love that always began
With the touch of your hand
And recall the mornings that tossed
Your hair in the wind

Time's made it meaningless
I'm insecure, you can tell
But why am I leaving
Unless time had only meant well?
There's nothing left now to excite you
No reason to try

Still I remember a candlelit sky
And the summer surrounding the ground where you and I lay
And though we were always alone
With all secrets known
We both were aware and afraid
The closeness might end.

My love's like a dancer
She weaves through the danger complete
with well rehearsed stances when
Rational reasons for feet
And then if it creases or ceases
To always seem right

I just remember the November Nights
When the dawn on your doorway
Shone white with frost
And the soft love that always began
With the touch of your hand
And recall the mornings that tossed
Your hair in the wind