Snowflakes on her tongue

Snowflakes on her tongue

September and 23 December 2010

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Extending a parched throat tongue

Towards the thought of snowflakes

These in her heart and mind rung

Sweet little promises of rivers, lakes

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Yet as she silently now willed herself

To run free, alone across those fields

Like when she was a little eternal elf

Not needing any weapons or shields

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A catch in her heart slows her down

A whisper willing her to run far away

Shedding every jewel of her lost crown

She is now pauper and has lost her way

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Eyes wary keen, she stops on her tracks

She slowly traces back all her last steps

She knows the courage she now lacks

She knows she needs more little preps

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So now with new heartbreak in a rhyme

That brought her such unknown solace

She buys herself some sad lonely time

Striving to move now at her own pace

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And then while dawn stealthily creeps

Upon her stricken and yet again awake

she silently looks at her soul and weeps

Head hung again at this possible mistake

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She wants to run across the fields to play

With small snowflakes falling on her tongue

Oh but if she could taste them like yesterday

Snowflakes that would fill her up to the lung

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