when the open hand is here
and eyes of kind could cheer
what of the one who lays
in coldness, still he stays
understanding not a smile
who once could so beguile
now incapable to say
how brought his life this way
as settles on the flakes
so white his soul snow makes
cold eyes are all to give
no more, else not to live
a pile of hurt remains
while you pass by it refrains
but glance as on you walk
with surreptitious talk
driving further into peace
your charity gives release
©HeyHey 2012
more snow has fallen
covering the footprints
you left
reminds me
of the parting day
some years ago
when the bright lights
turned to candles
and the dancing tune
became a theme of paganini
since then even the frosty air
cannot chill my heart
yet breaks the morn
from night
the words
from
still
but they could not
ease the pain
of your
lost warmth
©HeyHey 2012
walking away from the blue
and out of me, or you
should’ve used the desert as it’s supposed
like words running backwards, decomposed
o, but really, where does this road lead
might stay and watch the gods feed
walking away from all that’s true
and into the fire; so what’s new
should’ve seen the coming veil
considered the skin so pale
but who could imagine skies so grey
that took night and put it into the day
walking away though I don’t want to
and consider it’s time for a fresh debut
should’ve counted on the sun rising today
when silhouettes were the only display
telling me something I didn’t need to hear
but thanks, I’m hearing it loud and clear
©HeyHey 2012
