Frozen
As I walk through the city
in the dead of winter,
(on the way home she is giddy
for the world has taken her)
The ice and the snow and the sleet and the hail
cling to my skin, but I cannot care.
(all that you see is an angel of ice,
her hair covered in snow, you try rolling the dice)
A boy walks towards me, but I barely see.
He starts to talk, I just take out my key.
(She offers a piece of lavender sweet,
then she turns away going on down the street)
He may not understand the gift that I've given him.
I don't know why, it's not worth much...my light is so dim.
(As the snow swirls around her you hear a small sound,
you blink and she's gone, never to be found)
I left him my heart and my soul, so frozen,
now I will return when the earth is golden.
The winter of my life will someday end,
but until that happens, I do have a friend.
Copyright © Satya Tabachnick | Year Posted 2007
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