poetslife
12-14-2007, 02:16 AM
I am a statue
Frozen in winters thrall
The angels cry for me
Their tears drop from heaven
Only to turn into frozen Daggers
That plunge into my chest
where my heart should be
Standing in the depth
Of winter's loneliness
waiting for ones love
to bring the dawning of spring
to heal the wounds that were made
winter howls in rage
as another victim slips
from her paws and falls
into the majestic embrace
of passion that is Love.
Frozen in winters thrall
The angels cry for me
Their tears drop from heaven
Only to turn into frozen Daggers
That plunge into my chest
where my heart should be
Standing in the depth
Of winter's loneliness
waiting for ones love
to bring the dawning of spring
to heal the wounds that were made
winter howls in rage
as another victim slips
from her paws and falls
into the majestic embrace
of passion that is Love.