Frozen Mind
My blood is made of sapphire
that flow crystal shards
from skull to toe
Like icicles
and eyes that gaze on a subway in New York
how sharp and how cold?
Every pulse is a sting
every breath is a freeze
and my finger tips are too numb to fold
Through the mist is spring
upon the fog is fire
but sapphire is too close to gold
"It is mine, it is mine"
I turn my back to the fog
yesterday is a day old but so is today
and so is the sunrise dripping down the bay
© simran agarwal
that flow crystal shards
from skull to toe
Like icicles
and eyes that gaze on a subway in New York
how sharp and how cold?
Every pulse is a sting
every breath is a freeze
and my finger tips are too numb to fold
Through the mist is spring
upon the fog is fire
but sapphire is too close to gold
"It is mine, it is mine"
I turn my back to the fog
yesterday is a day old but so is today
and so is the sunrise dripping down the bay
© simran agarwal