Like Daylight Sun

The cold weather, dancing,

Reminds him of years

That slipped between his fingers;

Leaving him with only


And when he turns around,

Does he see a friendly hearth

Indoors waiting for him?

Or is he left out in the frigid air,

Gasping for a love unconditional?

Are faded faces taken for granted

Like daylight sun?

Or can he make note of the longing

While the rain or snow muddles

His lonely days?

Without them, he is left

Sunless and bleak;

Wishing the ice would melt

But it spreads and thickens.