Poetry

frozen statues

By Wallace - 18 December 07

shadowy figures blurring on the edge
a promise forever, a bond, a pledge
what is really meant to be or happenstance
in this world of depressed and lonely romance
where we search and search for partners for the dance

ashen outcast why do I adore you
standing in the cold amidst the frozen statues
isolated, grey and silver streaks
dead and dying, mourning, grief
colours draining as the blood slowly leaves

a poem or a song carried on the wind
within a storm of cold, soulless sin
passion burning as apathy in wane
bringing your heartless fire to wrack my brain
never hearing others, waiting for you to say my name

so here we stand apart in time
a chasm between, never meeting or mine
like a flower beneath the snow
is it dead forever, or will it soon grow?
once winter ends, will springtime show?

yes, I love you if love can exist
within a whisper of forlorn sadness
as my breath catching the breeze is hushed
cut short, a beating heart that's been crushed
which no hand had ever touched

so leave me now cruel mystery
I've been apt to think I'd found you
then divined lies, not truth
a wound spreading and deep
now, I lie broken
and weep