Two sets of eyes staring down the sun
Waiting for the moon to rise.
Two hands cold, clasp tightly,together,tonight.
The snow
Slides and
Scat ters down
On ropes of silence from the sky
It's cold so cold, quite bitterly cold
A tug of the hand, says time to go
But one set of eyes so fixed on the falling snow
Doesn't intend to move
Tug after tug, she finally moves
Two sets of footprints bring up the sun
And with the sun, the warmth that melts the snow
Two hands warm clasp tightly,together,today
While two sets of eyes see the colors of the day
Bright and bold like never before.
