ice storm sings
to the windows
wind and snow
rail against
a darkening night
the street empty
uninviting
cherry and almond trees blush
with spring kisses,
an ocean away
life glows in the first light
of the new day
but is just a quiet whisper
from behind my ear
sitting in the shadows
late wintersong continues
its relentless beat,
long into the night,
only morning will know
how the song will end
if it will
the candlelight dances
sharing little warmth
while my heart and mind
wanders through
the death of a dream
your photo, sitting there
dares me
to smile
~
04.03.08
Leigh-Anne Tyson
Some people have the gift of putting into words the innermost feelings of all human beings. 
