i wrote this yesterday about the winter


Casting stars, as soon as water,
frozen time is laughing softly
as words of sorrow soon forgotten,
thinking thoughtless words so often,
of all past insecure emotions
(and all the muffled sounds are softened
against the backdrop of the often,
soon forgotten, [soon forgotten] )

Softly, sighing words of treason,
as the winds bring to mind the weather,
coats are pulled tighter against the freezing,
leaving feared and taking favored,
fingers cold and hard are reaching,
somehow inside under skin feeling.
where time and faith are standing still.
( there is nothing to pass
this cold winter chill ).