Icicle clutter up my room
Damp cold clusters
Cry slowly with despair
And a limp sun is sneaking in
Through sodden windowpanes.
Hardly, can I open doors with stumble strength
Blocked by rituals and memories
Slush creased the mud outside
There, movement is impossible
But…
The beaches just beneath the pavement
Remind of tropic flower sky - distant
The dream of seashells…
I want to bathe myself
In ocean shores
Race you in the waves
And co*ktail our fun
To warming love...oblivion…
The dream of seashells…
There is sand in my shoes
Icicle clutter up my room
Damp cold clusters
Cry slowly with despair
And the sun smashes through
My sodden windowpanes.
Hardly, can I open doors…?
How real is real?
When rationality creeps up on unawares
We do not really mind
Our clanging chains
But huddle them
Securely.