Snowman

The dreamer stands in the gardenBathed in pale lightLonging for the snow-white sparksThat are dancing with the stars, high as the moon

His cheeks cry apple-red tearsHis mouth is a heavy line of coalsThe hour trickles from the clock-faceDrowned winters burn the heart

His friend the tree stands silhouettedIn thick silenceIn a stardusted momentAs the howling wind carves furrows in the snow

The sky scatters white pearlsAnd shrouds the house in coldSilver veils of snow settleOver the snowman and his bride

The hour trickles from the clock-faceChased by darkness into nightIt feels the snowman’s heart beatAnd breathes a melting breathOver his brilliance