Cold Window Pane
By Tilly Rivers
Tip of my finger on the cold window pane
Silent room my only company
Feeling lost inside, devoid of touch
Craving the energy of the quiet moon
Seeking the wisdom of the ancient willow tree
Where did it go wrong? This dream of mine
How do I find warmth along this icy path?
Fog covering my eyes, thick mass hiding the signs
Help me I am asking, please
Take my hand guide my feet
Carry me for I am too weak
Tip of my finger on the cold window pane
Seeing nothing, lost in my pain
Help me! Hear me scream without a voice
For my spirit is to cold to find sound
Carry me please from this icy path
Let my feet touch warmth
My fingers feel heat
By Tilly Rivers
Tip of my finger on the cold window pane
Silent room my only company
Feeling lost inside, devoid of touch
Craving the energy of the quiet moon
Seeking the wisdom of the ancient willow tree
Where did it go wrong? This dream of mine
How do I find warmth along this icy path?
Fog covering my eyes, thick mass hiding the signs
Help me I am asking, please
Take my hand guide my feet
Carry me for I am too weak
Tip of my finger on the cold window pane
Seeing nothing, lost in my pain
Help me! Hear me scream without a voice
For my spirit is to cold to find sound
Carry me please from this icy path
Let my feet touch warmth
My fingers feel heat