In a frozen lake

Silence creeps 
along like the cracks
in a frozen lake,
my soul, my heart
is so full of heaviness 
at this hour before the dawn.

Nor mouth had, no nor mind 
expressed what heart heard 
of ghost guessed.

The prophecy calls 
for a pure soul 
and you have proved 
yourself pure of heart.

Remember, 
the engine is the heart 
of any car
but the driver 
will always Bebe its soul.

Author's Note

I'm Italian, sorry for my English :) Thanks!

Reviews

[LapseOfMind]

Great job, your english is just fine!

[MelissaAndres]

Very nice. You did very well with your English. Your poem is very sincere and you conjure up nice images with your words.

[alifeacoustic]

Impressive images you paint, in a second language you have little to be sorry for. Beautiful image of a heart like a frozen lake. Engine and soul, working together. Thank you for sharing.