a glazed mirage in street lamp glow:

i only like the snow because you do.
icy lace mends beaten pavement
til i forget a world un-hidden,
glitter-ridden before the slush,
before the fuss of bustling morning.

shimmering streets, a whispered brilliance,
only im awake to see it.
still it’s ours,
though you are sleeping
i will marvel for us both.

Creative, I'm not
But sticky and soft
And bubbles of blue and circles of froth
I'm stains on couches that ruin the set
But without all those faults there wouldn't be much left

I’ve met a bird with no wings last night,
It sat on my porch and sang,
Leaving no space for fright.

I watched it grasping the sharp air,
Speaking of a troubled heart,
How much everything might not be fair.

Cold breeze strangled its dream,
as the moonlight fell on me reflecting nothing but thee,
It made my heart violently scream.

Not a single letter can bare your name,
Nor can any poem sing this pain,
Nothing can put down that flame.

I loved you silently and truthfully,
Perhaps not enough,
So I will leave it to another to do it fully,
Shame on heavens for being so rough.

In roses I’ve never bathed,
Sadly my cheek and tears met,
For you I waited,
Just to welcome my own silhouette.