I'm feelingfrozen

by pain

as dust floats and drifts collects and settles

silently around us

while softly covering life like a lonely and unseen winter snow

moving over a long drawn spread of forgotten time

which creeps as slowly as the sun rays reaching out

through double glass panes that rest vertically and ajar held in place high above that lonely sunday street

i miss u sb

do you still write on a page or screen of white

the thoughts that float through your head like that dust in the air

moving so gently and slowly as you lie in bed half awake and half asleep

covered by blankets and fuzzy pink cotton

and through the open pane a slight whisp of fresh

summer air breathes in and out

in and out in and out

slowly circulating with the light dust and those lazy rays of light

and you smile closing your while resting your eyes

to let the blue depths of your sweet soul soak in the world around you

as you lay on your back and wonder and dream

and do you ever wonder sb what it would be like

on a page of white to stand alone bathed in a soft warm light

standing there with me by your side and a knife in your hand

that falls and cuts through my soul