Curious Happenings

Monday, January 12, 2009

Ice-bergs

Once we played in the snow
Cool and white,
Then we had to go
Soon to be out of sight.

I'm floating away from you,
My chords are fraying.
There is nothing I can do,
Do you hear what I'm saying?

The iceberg is breaking,
The pieces cracking at their seams.
I miss you listening.
I miss you in my dreams.

We are floating apart,
Off to new beginnings,
It's breaking my heart.
It's time to start again.

Curious