frozen rain.

The moon is on the rise,
wide awake
laying in your arms
listening to your lies.

City life full of dreams
everything is nothing
nothing is what it seems,
everyone schemes.

I catch a snowflake on my lash
they are not unique, just the same
Like all the rest, they melt away,
fade and never stay.

Cold and shivering
I hold on.
Finally at peace,
I release.


(sidenote: London, Chicago, San Diego, back home..what to do what to do....)