The parking lot is a sheet
of solid ice beneath my feet
and it is fun to slip slide
but I wish I had some
warm rainy night vibes,
because all of my night lights
have either frozen or died.
You know that I tried
to believe your truth
but your truth
is my lie.

You are a strange picture
of wavy raven colored hair
and beautiful smiles.
Still there is a darkness
that hides behind
your sweet and hopeful lines.
You sing for me
like a coal mine canary
and for a bit
this bitter winter gets better.

It is not your duty,
but you are a dream to me,
a playful majesty
in a cold lonely choppy sea.
I watch a thin curvy wave of
snow flow away
running like the dying day
that fades while strays
like me stay in pain.

It is not fair to wear you
like a light tan armor
but I have lost so many other
battlefield friends,
more leaving then passing,
tenderly basking in a world
safely centered in love and hope.

But love and hope is the rope
that I wove to hang myself.
I shame myself looking to your heart,
knowing that you have your own battles.
I hope you beat every demon
that scorches the porches you call home

As for me I fly alone
waiting for the day
the icy roads take me away.

Goodnight my poetic friend,
master of the hearts that mend.
Till we tweet, tumblr, or
Instagram again.