A Window on the Snow from The Uselessness of History by Scorpio with The Bookshop Band

 

Night stands

And holds the blizzard’s zeal.

A landscape

Of fantasy but real….

 

A face pressed against a window,

Looks out upon the square below,

Watching figures, walking slowly

Beyond the orange glow.

 

From trembling lips….

Breath mists the glass,

Obscures the present,

Illuminates the past.

 

Two lovers walking slowly,

Talking about so and so,

This and that and nothing,

Beyond the orange glow.

 

Too soon like antique seasons

You said you had to go,

Walking slowly, walking sadly,

Beyond the orange glow.