Man of ice

A story of life and death, stalkers and lovers.

Children dancing in the street,
Raindrops made of steel-
Cradle songs of sweet remorse;
Aching winter chills.

Forgotten lives, left in heaps
Fished from flooded gutter.
If to be, a soul to keep
Cradle my shivering shoulders.

Rusty cheeks, rainy days-
Scarves of every color.
While away I watch,
My eyes, distraught;
A distant winter lover.

Reviews

[LamentedHaven]

You are quite talented with words. "Raindrops made of steel" Very impressive.