In the shadows she now stands
a bridge to the past
a link to yesteryear.

Beside her modern day brother
of concrete and steel
she whispers " I'm still here"

She doesn't pale in comparison
that fact is clear.

She shines in the sun,
in a weathered sort of way.

Saying "Remember me"
I'll be gone someday.

My purpose is now much grander
than just reaching from one side to the other.

I reach into history, into the memories
of those who remember me,
when I was vital
when I was necessary.

Not many left now,
of them, or of those like me.

So visit when you can,
hold a loved one's hand,
and pass beneath my eves.

"We're still here", so make new memories.

Cause when we're gone we're gone,
and all that will remain,
Is faded photos, old stories,
and memories.

Flowing under winter
Is the warmth of a fading love
That once was on the surface
But now struggles to be shone

Cold hearts once bled red
Broken, they needed repair
Grey was too stiff for the aching heart
So blue was the color of the broken part

But Jotunheim and its giants can be melt
By the prowess of Asgard and its heroes
As the icy, depressive cover has formed
After the heart had been healed

So, many times passion becomes a fuel
To extinguish the fear of the person who never knows
And this gas perpetually ignites
And the water that once thawed the rime
Won’t remain covered, buried under ice

That is why love always resurfaces
With the heat of hope and will
Querying if the person the heart beats for
Doesn’t has her beating in sync, still

But like a snowflake, love falls in pieces
To find a place to regrow, as fear overpowers the fuel
Where memory and reluctance troubles the loving soul
While life seems dull to his aching state, as time never ceases

My appreciation for her burns wild
Maybe its youth that feeds the flames
Or the personality bonded to her beautiful name
But, which is enough to love her, the air that I inhale
Will soon be few as I drown in the water, doubting if “we” will ever be true

Bundled flakes of frozen tears
Came from the sky to greet the ground
The frost races the wind as sound
Silences in the world snow-bound
A whisper from a will-o-wisp
Guiding the cold warmer places
Snuffing the fast pacing of time
The snow is not to be hasted