Let it Snow

The fire is slowly dying
And my dear, were still goodbyeing
But as long as you love me so,
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
-Sammy Cahn (Let it Snow)

The tiny cottages in our hearts
Are sheltered from storms and ice.
Scattered embers are gleaming
Between lovers wrapped like knots
Around each others destinies.
And they hold the heart back
Or push it forward with their songs.
One stands up and pokes at the coals.
Sparks fly up burning her fingers.
The fire is slowly dying.

The chambers in my heart are vacant
Of summertime tourists fleeing the frost.
The floorboards are much too cold
For bare feet, creeping through
Like strangers.
In my memory you still sweep
Into the rooms there.
Your voice fills my heart with music.
I will never watch your back
As you flee out the front door and into the storm.
And, my dear, we're still goodbyeing.

I wish you would write me
A letter from your season.
Tell me of the surfing waves and
The night the monsoon
Caught you unprepared.
It won't matter to me how far you are
Or that you will never give up
Your sun for my snow.
But as long as you love me so.

I suppose my soul is meant
For the empty spaces,
For the winds that howl.
In this abandoned cottage town.
I will lock myself in.
And let the drifts and wind do the rest.
So:
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.