Snow
it was just white in my dream,
in my sleep, in a pair of my closed eyes.
then the cold ice falls in love with my eyes
which never slept. i always find my eyelashes
wet frost the dew on the grass, in the morning and evening.
then the white color was also in love to my body.
delightedly shower me, bathe my body.
my body suddenly has a bathroom
with a tub full of eternal white.
and my memories swam in a huge plow.
i do not know where will it go.
you know, i always imagined snow coming
your house, knocking on your door,
a pair of your pinched cold eyes trying to look through the whit snow,
watching me playing in the snow, alone.
and you come along.
Copyright © Joey Dibiase | Year Posted 2012
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