Again it begins
That Eastern European look of yours.
This icy front, strikes hard
it cracks you open
Causing you to stutter and stagger.
You storm my empty stage (again)
By now you should know it’s open
I’ve been waiting
At your feet, shards of glass.
New scars that oust the old ones.
take my hand
not long until you’re pulled back.
That iceberg’s your second home now.
I’ll hold you until I can’t.
I’ll always be your snowflake
Beneath your saddened sky
Above your tortured landscape,
I’ll dance to make you cry.
At times your clouds will drown you,
They’ll pull you round the bend,
I’ll conjure you up
A smile from a sun
Who by now
should have known better…