Frozen Dreams Caught in a Drought

Perhaps you were promised
Like rain in a monsoon
Raising my hands to the sky
Expecting the storm to follow

Perhaps it was the state of the world
That lead to this, or the state of my heart
The ground beneath my feet is barren
The grass burnt by the unforgiving sun

No rain came this year, and my
Expectant hands turned to parched lips
Feverish eyes desperate
Scanning the skies for a wisp of a cloud

There is a room in my heart that is empty
Bright furniture covered with cobwebs
An echo of dreams and hopes
A room furnished for you

I chase your shadow down empty hallways
And emerge alone
Wondering if I lost you along the way
Did I stray from the path?

I tore down the wallpaper in this room
Threw out the furniture and let the cold wind thunder in
And in the silence I sit
In the middle of a darkened room
Tracing hearts in the dust

Clinging on to a fairy tale version of love
This silence is mine to hold and mine to grieve
It is a tragic thing to make room in your heart
And wallow in the emptiness of it

As I lay on the dust filled floors
Curling protectively around flimsy hearts
My eyes slip closed and my soul strays
I pray that in my dreams I find you

The absence of rain brings snow
And white flakes settle into my clothes
The sky darkens as I stand here frozen
For a moment, the world is still

The never-ending night drags on
I stand in the flickering glow of a lamppost
Caught in the middle of a crossroads
I wait for you