Her nose was glued to the glass
Wrapping(sometimes)pieces together
Of her own lonely heart frozen
In time, with thoughts scattered upon the grass
Waiting impatiently for the benign weather
When dreams are embraced and chosen
Her thoughts of course are not chosen
Emerging from corners and breaking as glass
They're moody and unstoppable as the fresh weather
Bringing to her so many memories together
Countless and happy like beddings of flowers and grass
That she sees all the time afore the mountains now frozen
In her mind the windows of times lay frozen
In whenever sometimes she has chosen
As seeds little by little bursts with new grass
And her memories come dancing enclosed in glass
Blending everything together
As she watches through her window the weather
She knows that in this merciless and cold weather
Nothing can be done for the streets are muggy and entirely frozen
And all she desires now is to keep her thoughts together
Knowing that whatever she does has to be so carefully chosen
She deeply sighs holding a wine glass
Remembering those happy days that she had before the frost withered her grass
Then the summer rain came and watered the grass
Thunder and lightning teasing the weather
And the sand of time never stops filling the glass
Sometimes she feels as she is frozen
Doubting one more time again what she has chosen
While dreaming of that long time ago when they spent hours together
She wishes and wishes that they were still together
But spring and summer and fall are now gone and frost blankets the grass
What's done is done and has already been by her chosen
She holds aloof the view from her window through the cold and seasonal weather
Standing in time again she's frozen
While the sand continues filling her hour-glass
She's aware that everything comes together with the weather
As she envisions spring grass again under the sky frozen
Knowing that she's chosen right as she's staring the glass.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007-2012
