underneath the frozen tree,
I walked out in eerie peace.
Over sculptures of the wind,
snow drifts lay in waves of again.
I thought spring had finally come,
but the weather answers to another one.
I hoped I could entice the sun,
but clearly winter is still having its fun.
So over a frozen lake I dance,
all alone to make-believe romance.
The cold kisses my cheeks and leaves them red,
the silence echoes music in my head.
I explore a white world of sparkles and green,
It feels like there is nobody left but me.
I guess it’s normal to feel so damn alone…
I might as well make this new world my home.
March 26, 2016 at 3:26 am
Home – yes, a comfort zone – no matter what.