Siberian Romance

The ice wouldn't thaw for three weeks or more
And the snow was compounding the town
With new vistas

This is a snow scape shifting town
With a soft white duvet covering
The hard ice lurking underneath
With scattered black lines broken
Under Siberian skies the ice wouldn't thaw
For three weeks or more the ice wouldn't thaw

For three weeks or more
The footprints led to my door
An empty wine glass on the wall
And then a note through the door
It said
Lets meet at the Trafalgar
"You know, just the one like old times"

So the drink it flows nicely
And it was always all or nothing
Cause those were the best times
When we were both on it

We both agreed it was chaotic
And that chaos was good once in a while
And that there was always more than two
In this liaison
Though you say he's packed his bags
And left for a while
You know that drink is our connection
And that
I like your whispered talk, your smile
I look forward to looking into those eyes
As we raise a glass to oblivion

Shape shifting
Shapes shifting

And then we talked of holiday romance
How it lasts three weeks no more
And how this town has plenty on offer
Though this one comes with ice and snow

We walked down the ice valley of the dials
Up the crisp white hills of Hanover
Footprints left in the snow
Remnants of a Siberian Romance

These pastel coloured terraced houses
To high summits they do crawl
There's history imbued in their walls
And stories they can overlap
They have weight
Housing many chapters
And some they can never
Close the book

Yes two worlds can collide
The words they get jumbled up
And silhouettes they shape shift
In the night
The inanimate becomes animate
Things go bump in the night

Figures come in from the cold
They sit with you at the bar
And the laughter lingers on into the night
The ice wouldn't thaw
For three weeks or more
Footprints led to my door
An empty wineglass on the wall
A memory
Of a Siberian romance