Silver
Published in Obsessed With Pipework #79
Shiny little snowflakes
Sparkling in the dead of night!
Flying silvery mistakes
In the pattern of the mind.
Drifting - who can guess your course?
Playing - who can can name your number?
Thoughts abandon their curse,
Sliding into silver slumber.
Winter is the time of pause,
Winter is the time of rest -
Of survival, too, of course,
Of the coldness in your chest.
Yet... What matters little cold
When the Moon makes soft the skies,
When the silver beats the gold,
When the snow low lies;
When the stars from high above
Lie and twinkle at your feet
And invite you back to Love -
Love, your glorious defeat...
.
Shiny little snowflakes
Sparkling in the dead of night!
Flying silvery mistakes
In the pattern of the mind.
Drifting - who can guess your course?
Playing - who can can name your number?
Thoughts abandon their curse,
Sliding into silver slumber.
Winter is the time of pause,
Winter is the time of rest -
Of survival, too, of course,
Of the coldness in your chest.
Yet... What matters little cold
When the Moon makes soft the skies,
When the silver beats the gold,
When the snow low lies;
When the stars from high above
Lie and twinkle at your feet
And invite you back to Love -
Love, your glorious defeat...
.