A tear escapes my desperate grasp
Just one answer is all I seek,
A frosty breath escapes my lips
The bitter cold breeze kisses my cheek,
Freshly fallen, angel soft snow
Surrounding my misery and tears,
The still and silence of this peacfull scene
Confirms my greatest fears.
The heat from one tear let go this night
Could set a soul on fire,
The steam rises as the tears decend,
Falling next to broken desire.
Bitter tears drown in the river of life,
Sorrow is the only thing known
As I listen to the silent pain
And the sound of being, alone.
By: Christina
Published in "From the Mountaintop"
ISBN-1-58235-140-6 Summer 2000
