Sometimes I wonder what it would be like
To walk down the streets in December at midnight
With dark walls of night
To feel cold ice absorbed into your hands
To see foggy breaths in the empty air
For it to be silent enough to hear each snowflake hit the ground
For it to rest on my head and bedazzle my hair
And I would walk
Walk forwards
To a large open space
And let my thoughts take place
To review what I've done
Maybe regret things I've said
But now something you mentioned
Rolls around in my head
Because I used to wonder what it would be like
To walk down the streets in December at midnight
It was only a thought
No emotions it brought
But now I am here
Time was short
Time I fear
Now I stand in winter alone
As you take your orders like a drone
And there's nothing I can do to pull you home
Except wait, dream and pray
Send the angels your way
And all around me there was
Silence
Until I heard footsteps in the snow
And I turned to face a soldier
A face I love and know
And in the moonlight his face seemed to glow
Because he knew he was home
Home with me
Where ever on earth that may be
It didn't matter on these icy streets
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