ice

rainbow colored thoughts

when silence builds a wall of ice
when distance grows between two souls
when time is an exscuse to grow
a little farther apart, then a little old
when winter comes and nights are long
we shall remember summer's heat
the desert sun, the empty beach
when silence covered everything
but the music that we had within
when silence was a kind of glue
bewteen two souls,
a way to help an empty hand
reach the other's hand, and thus be full
and on them both
a drop of salt.