times of the distant past

the snow begins to fall
through the open cavity
in the bavarian bunny
over the hills and far away
echoes in the whirling wind
of the near topless car

excitement of the opening call
of the new season to ski
on a cold day so sunny
we drive fast on our way
to collect another friend
who lives not too far

back to the dark garage
to load the old blue truck
a mighty dose of vitamin I
alas the journey begins
beyond the great rivers and
through endless bare woods

snow like an artillery barrage
on the window like muck
close to freezing not dry
tunnel vision clearly wins
squinting at a winter wasteland
covering in back the goods

hours later our destination
we arrive early to our pleasure
and dig into liquid energy
listening to the last of the tunes
that went through us before reaching you
Who could have known its release

lifts start moving inclination
we offer a bit of our treasure
to catch a ride up a bit early
quickly reaching upto the snow dunes
to ourselves noone but the view
playful intensities roughly increase

the path unscathed pristine
inviting smashing little crystals obliviously
we burn youthful energy with joy
as the steam rises from open coats
from vigorous attacks on the slopes
until the energy is spent

in need of rest at the end of a tiring day of skiing
we pack up to return rather quickly
a party is whats needed for this boy
the return home down lonely dark roads
the lanes wind long like twisted ropes
rushing back before the onslaught of guests

we can't believe what we're seeing
out of 2 feet of snow looking prickly
a tap from a barrel will be used as a toy
after unloading we bolt for the keg
with mugs in hand and smiles on faces
and a thanks to the master of domain

he joins us for the opening ceremony
as the guests start to arrive with a thirst
the music is blarring as the masters depart
a scream is heard as a dart hits a leg
entwined bodies fill dark empty spaces
desperate to drown out emotional pain

the feeling i get being left out is agony
to join in this part of the nite would be a first
never a sole to share this lonely strong heart

the night almost over as kisses are shared
one lonely soul empties the snow covered soldier
falling in a white pile of the soft dusty stuff
my buddies pull me back inside to wake up
as we talk into the night of our thoughts
its the same ole song but on a different night

those two compare notes to see how they fared
i wish i could join them before i get much older
as i tire of falling down in the cold white fluff
i drink whats left in my large pewter cup
and each the last piece of pizza before it rots
as i close my eyes after turning off the light