totomai
12-14-2005, 06:39 PM
Frozen Times
The clouds fall from the skies,
light, melancholic and yearning;
dancing with the wind
uninspired and no rhythm.
Frigid trees hold back glacial
tears, as clouds kiss their hairs.
Mute birds, still as statues,
pray for warmth.
Alone, the chair rocks
silent lullabies hush everyone
to sleep. The flames die down,
world is white and
will never melt.
Rolfe Derv
The clouds fall from the skies,
light, melancholic and yearning;
dancing with the wind
uninspired and no rhythm.
Frigid trees hold back glacial
tears, as clouds kiss their hairs.
Mute birds, still as statues,
pray for warmth.
Alone, the chair rocks
silent lullabies hush everyone
to sleep. The flames die down,
world is white and
will never melt.
Rolfe Derv