A WINTER'S POET

I am called a winter's poet
my flowers made of ice
and my words
all my words are covered by smothering snow
then all rivers will cease to flow
like all my songs numb in the storm.

When the black, black winds
start to haunt all my nights
uncovered king of a paper crown
and graceless grins the clown
the leaves of autumn falling down
and I'm the laugh and I am the king.

When my dreams, my wishes, my hopes fade away
and phoenix won't move his wings any more
hopes run bare - no more hunky dory in store
winter's poet with ice in his core
and it's blue, blue, blue, so blue to black to none.

I'm an ice-cold fun
all my love will be sold in the sun
and everything's a winter's poet's ice-cold fun
turns to white, to blue to black to none.

I am called a winter's poet
my flowers are made of ice
and my words
all my words are covered by smothering snow
and all my rivers will cease to flow
like all my songs numb in the storm.


© by Norman Alexander

Aus dem Album "The Answer" von Mellow Melange