Congele

Interesting,
The snow.
Winter is cold,
You know.
You are cold,
I know.
Circles are the same in ice as in streets.
Both involve a four step dance,
Birth,
Love,
Loss,
Death.
I have found them all trapped under the ice.
The lights!
Oh, the lights.
A four step dance,
Yellow, the light.
Red, the feeling.
Green, the failure.
Blue,
The escape...
The escape underneath the ice.
Watch the snow flakes,
You are the individual.
I will catch you, with my tongue.
It never fails,
You will turn into water,
Under the ice.
A four step dance,
Yellow, the forecoming.
Red, the heartache.
Green, the conformity.
And blue,
Your escape underneath the ice.

by oliviaisahorridpoet
posted on 12/24/2007