Icy Blue
Joaquim Mercadé
Times
That take what you can be
And change it for what seems to be
Tries
Tries that end up in collapse
Snowballs that when rolling seem to get
Smaller
Not wider
Not simpler
I had a dream
In it you where talking softly
In it my hands where catalysts
Of what my mind desired
Fireball where my soul was watching
And silence where your words where needed
Because I
Was trying to let you hold more
Was trying to let you take care
When I couldn't
And I
