Snow Prints
By silver
I walked last night through the snow,As it fell quickly to the ground.My footsteps hugged the earth,As if reluctant to tread on the packed ice and snow.But when I found it impossible to walk the way I was,I adjusted my steps to fit,The way the others walked.In the end I grew weary,Of walking just this way.My footsteps came more heavily,And my breathing began to slow.I watched the tree's and the sun,My feet dragged in the snow.Still those snowflakes fell,Harder and faster they came,Until the prints I had striven to make,Were covered once again.The futility of this method,Soon began to show.Much like dragging your feet,In the sands on the beaches of day.By night the tide would cover them,To make way for the prints of new life.I realized that in the end,No-one will ever know,How much you did strive to show them a way,And that they seldom try to follow.My feet fall lightly,Upon powdery snow,I glide upon the white ridges,My foot marks seldom show.Small and faint they are indentations,Of a life lived so quick,That she was but a dream,Who came and went before you could ever know,Her name.Sometimes she is the lady,Dressed all in red,Like fresh blood upon the snow.Others she is white as well,Anonymous to all,Except the others who know how to see.But then in black she comes again,The reaper in the blizzard,A raven on the wing.Once I wore a gown of green,Like the leaf of an summer oak,Stomach swollen with the promise of a life anew,But then I left my gown,I didn't like that life,A blossom in the snow.My feet leave soft indentations,Following is not advised,You can take your life were you ill,It is not for others to decide.That is why my path is faint,And will be covered so quick,I don't want to tempt another to seek the life that I still sow.The lessons are made for us to learn,The answers are never the same,Don't worry the world won't lose me,Always the wind will whisper my name.I live a life of fire,Wrought by smoke and flame.Yet still in the snow I walk,On a breeze I hear your name.To love is to let go,And forgive all that was done,To love is what I learned from you,So now I let what was once go,And write a path so silent,Here in the snow. Written December 2nd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 11:26 AM PST 0 • 9
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"I walked last night through the snow,As it fell quickly to the ground.My footsteps hugged the earth,As if reluctant to tread on the packed ice and snow.But when I found it impossible to walk the way I was,I adjusted my steps to fit,The way the others walked.In the end I grew weary,Of walking just this way.My footsteps came more heavily,And my breathing began to slow.I watched the tree's and the sun,My feet dragged in the snow.Still those snowflakes fell,Harder and faster they came,Until the prints I had striven to make,Were covered once again.The futility of this method,Soon began to show.Much like dragging your feet,In the sands on the beaches of day.By night the tide would cover them,To make way for the prints of new life.I realized that in the end,No-one will ever know,How much you did strive to show them a way,And that they seldom try to follow.My feet fall lightly,Upon powdery snow,I glide upon the white ridges,My foot marks seldom show.Small and faint they are indentations,Of a life lived so quick,That she was but a dream,Who came and went before you could ever know,Her name.Sometimes she is the lady,Dressed all in red,Like fresh blood upon the snow.Others she is white as well,Anonymous to all,Except the others who know how to see.But then in black she comes again,The reaper in the blizzard,A raven on the wing.Once I wore a gown of green,Like the leaf of an summer oak,Stomach swollen with the promise of a life anew,But then I left my gown,I didn't like that life,A blossom in the snow.My feet leave soft indentations,Following is not advised,You can take your life were you ill,It is not for others to decide.That is why my path is faint,And will be covered so quick,I don't want to tempt another to seek the life that I still sow.The lessons are made for us to learn,The answers are never the same,Don't worry the world won't lose me,Always the wind will whisper my name.I live a life of fire,Wrought by smoke and flame.Yet still in the snow I walk,On a breeze I hear your name.To love is to let go,And forgive all that was done,To love is what I learned from you,So now I let what was once go,And write a path so silent,Here in the snow...."