The Pond

The reflection of the pale moonlight on a frozen pond at the midnight hour
As I run my fingers over the ice it reminds me of a large picture frame
Slick like glass and and clear as the blue sky on a brisk winters day in December
You can taste the ice in the air
You can smell the coldness
That burning feeling on your skin as your body is trying to warm it's self
You take in a deep breath as you can feel the moisture running down your throat
As you try to grasp the cold sensation your skin becomes numb
And you start to turn blue
Reaching up for the sky above as the moisture in your eyes begins to freeze
You want to scream out but you can't you keep trying to reach for the light in the sky but you know you can't grab onto it
I run my fingers over the ice on this frozen pond in the pale moonlight
It's as clear as glass as the moonlight shines through it I smile as I look into
Her frozen eye's reaching up for that light in the sky