Dancing In The Snow   To you I gave my faith to the point I now
have none and stumbling through concrete jungles from man and
god’s I run you said you would protect me seemed to see some
hidden truth I thought that you were brilliant but you were just
high searching for  half smoked cigarettes barefoot in the snow
paying attention to the pennies that somehow led to more and
tripping through doorways with you only on days you only woke me
to give me more then you’d take me dancing barefoot back out in
that snow where caution distracts over corrects and slipping
over puddles broke free and braced myself ‘gainst a wall
doubting anything of substance afraid to let go afraid to fall
thankful to be clinging to something real which teetering had
clearly revealed somehow choosing something that would not fall
with me could provide the balance needed to heal but now the
world was too real too cold, not enough color the skeptic,
septic to romance muting such light, weigh sensibilities to
prefer heavy clouds confronting