• Snow clings to the Earth

    A restraining jacket of cold.

    Yet to my eyes the chill is naught.

    For the ice on my heart is colder still.

    Its beats hallow as I stand in soloice.

    The lonley seconds pouring through the houreglass.

    The faceless bodys, together huddle to gather warmpth.

    But they are too cold.

    There hearts beat like thunder.

    But they are too quite.

    Because my life hangs by a strand.

    Your marble hand a welcom vice to teather.

    Tie me here in your embrace.

    Breath in me and show me life.

    I'm waiting.....

    I'm waiting.