returning to varykino

and again we find ourselves here
as if we ever left
the scarlet sunsets and places to sigh
larisa in our eyes
or by any other name
that should fall in our arms

the days are getting longer
the nights are getting shorter
and things rarely if ever change that much

we all reap what we sow
and in some small places we even stop
and listen to ourselves once in a while

we find out everything we need to know
just to start all over again

traveling to varykino once again to find out
if she still lights candles in the night
over the urals and into the light
snow on my feet and words in my
heart

trying to find the same thing over and over again