querida

One streetlight dies,
            the night is silent,
      a question asked,
                      another's day
   What dreams dissolve
                  in midnight shadows
and wrap the world
             in winter white?

And broken dreams,
         a streetlight's answer
                    the only hope
    I ever see
              The shadows cry,
Can no-one mend them?
          And falling stars
                     can't help but die

A streetlight dies
      to wake the morning
                 the shadows grow
          and fade away
                        the winter calls,
the winter, crying,
              the questions lift
   the questions stay.
              08-March-03
                       "querida"