I Still Remember You

This night's made of cloud's blood and splinters of diamonds, feathers from angel wings, pieces of stone. And the still beating heart of a 1961 Mercury, resurrected from our teenage dreams....I often think about that when the Winter Solstice creeps up the hill. Do you remember the steel hard stars shining down on us on the bleachers, hands going where they'd never gone before? More than forty years gone by, and I can still see your eyes....