Hazy


The night is silent and I am alone
No one to tenderise my hardened heart
I long to gaze upon your face
But I can no longer survive the wait

In my summer there is a hazy shade of winter
What has become of me?
There is no possibility of surrender
From this broken heart of mine

I hang on to my hopes
But like a frayed rope
It breaks
I fall

I look around to my hazy shade of winter
There is no snow, but there is ice
Covering my heart deep inside
I'd rather fly than thaw my frosted eyes

If I could, I surely would
Would I not? I never thought
If I were the saddest sound
This hardened heart could not be bound



© 30th July 2004
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