What the Snowman Learned About Love

July 19, 2008 at 9:42 pm (poems)

What the Snowman Learned About Love

His eyes are hollowed pools
a vacant room-for-rent in the fiery summer
cobwebbed corners that still reek of yesteryear

The autumn leaves danced forlornly in the background
and the overcast clouds in all its melancholy
weeping like a mother who has lost her only child

He remembers snow flakes tracing soulful patterns into the cold winter chill
while the ballerina daintily threads out a pirouette on ice

Spring maps out the gateway to his heart
but inside all you will find are the glowing ambers of what once was
cindering the barren landscape

There’s still a fire burning high in the sky
and in the twilight of the brightest star
everything morosely comes around
fading in that one brilliant instant


Is it really better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist
than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty?
Perhaps when you are right here beside me
unfeeling is the best feeling


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