In the Winter

Bells again break the silence,
Wailing with remorse…
Only several streets divide us,
Only several words!
A silver sickle in the night,
The city sleeps this hour,
The falling snowflakes set alight
The stars upon your collar.
Are the sores of the past still aching?
How long will they abide?
You’re teased by captivating,
New and shimmering eyes.

They (blue or brown?) are dearer
Than anything pages hold!
Their lashes are turning clearer,
Out in the freezing cold…
Church bells have faded to silence
Powerless from remorse…
Only several streets divide us,
Only several words!
The silver crescent, at this hour,
Looks at poetic souls in awe,
The winds are gusting and your collar
Is covered with the snow.