Ariadne's Thread

Quiet Snow

Tapering off by morning rain

this velvet sheet does feel

as words, so incomplete

to heavens so high

by the night in time

does by our love now recognize

as feelings do, in dreams seldom last

bitter are the days knowing our love

has grown to pass, past the reaches

of any man, though surely another

now knows your name, in time

when all fell upon, one, for guilt to prove my shame

all now do wonder, if i ever will live again

a long wintery scene, does she now roam

where snow flakes do fall, silhouetted by the scene

inside a street light, her hope now

flickers, and her body, now waits for another man's dream

come, i urge you, paint this picture with me

end my pain, end it all, for an eternity

give me, what my desire has always held

by lovers place, in the thralls, of this arctic grace

time does, and perception does stand

upon each of our shoulders of each and every man

who has wondered what it would be

if you, only, came back to me

now, the snow falling, down

from heavens, in the guise, of this, cold, freezing rain

the clouds continue to fall, by an instance

through the night, wandering through the sky

as if searching for some external light

through these rich meadows i do understand

two in truth, should always hear your call

then be true, be true to me

hold our dream, ever lasting

despite the days, as they may come and go

in shadows, past the light, so dim

our love could come again, before you

would ever know, it was never truly there

dreams in dust, waste land in despair

nothing on this earth can ever be true

nor would my life back into you

an energy exists, upon these, snowy nights

such a place, from outside window does remain

so often, do, all lovers hold, such an image in my mind

through the past i do roam, inside out

down the lovers in my past, to others

my eyes have never seen, in time, all shall come

from one to another, whose life is

more complete, in time past fashion

in eyes full of streams, the waters now frozen

in street lights by the same, all that runs

past me now, would only seek to destroy

the life i have built from the ground, in dirt by

my hands have i toiled, these labors never complete

nor i, ever fully recovered, in the night, or in the day

then behold, a life, full of dreams

for dreaming still, never lasts

though we want, or, carefully yearn

where words we find, solace

in others, you cradle, beneath your arms

the soft quiet begins, to soothe anger

before our joy ever ends, i do find peace here

where, in peace there has always been

a way for me to be complete, happy by these

crowded snowy streets, the hours do chime

and remind me of the pain that soon shall come

i will kiss your cheek, by images in my sleep

you may never think of me, but i will always know

that you are there

such a display, does reveal, the dreams

we truly feel, even on nights such as these

love could replace dreams, as somber

of full of life, but bitter are the words

harsh, growing from spite

when surely want, we surely want it all

to simply be, as lovers past, the pleasure in the dreams

we all remember, when morning comes

and removes sleep, from our eyes at night

begin with a memory, end with sorrow

never again shall i grow cold, or think

of what is to come, for in tomorrow's time

tomorrow's place will i find, a dream of another