Frost - Joyshop

The northern lights adjust

To suit the mood of the night at hand

Like fading fireworks

They light the pathway as best they can

And like a penny falls

Into an open purse

The sky is losing snow

And won’t be reimbursed

The white flakes scattered across the sky

Look like polka dots in the twilight

Your frozen fingers have gripped mine tight

And I am happy to be by your side

The nights are growing old

The days are growing a tougher skin

My scarf is butter-soft

The ice I’m skating is wafer-thin

Now lets bet you and I

Are two peas in a pod

The odds are looking good

The goods are looking odd

Like frost I will be there on the ground by the door

Waiting for your footprint to fall to the floor

Just like frost I’ll cling to your window outside

Gathering ice like you gather my pride

Well just like frost on your nose when it’s cold

I’ll be on your mind as the seasons unfold

And just like frost I’ll melt away

And miss you more than words convey