idling from the bedside
it's cold outside
frost appearing around the unusual window
snowflakes drifting, floating
in the air i already know

i take my book of secrets
pen in hand, words coming forth
my shoulders huddle
i pull the jacket over me
the one you left behind
so i could still feel your arms

now the words flow like rain
down the pipe of thoughts and on the page
toward a golden pave

my eyes drift about the room
so much story
so little i forgot
the times where work
didn't consume
the constrained minutes of life

smells of ice filling the seasons strongly
everything is careful, patience is delicate
as i finish the piece, sleep tugging the edges
of my eyes
wanting to sink me underneath the covers

stay awake, just a little longer
icicles forming, too beautiful to slumber

..Nice..

nice...

i pull the jacket over me
the one you left behind
so i could still feel your arms


great

Awe thanks you guys!
Haven't written one for a while.

Liked it, seemed to resonate. Well done

R

thanks!