letting go of an old friend after a blizzard

empty is the color of my eyes at night
full of whistful tinking ice
in the soft starlight. in the soft starlight
the thunder humbles hum where far away
the music is a mountain snow squall
seen from the red fire as the windows say
blue breezes and sleet. blue breezes and sleet
from clearing sighs deny the winter night
the moment falls endearing chill
to the honest broker of nothing like delight

empty is the color of my eyes, you say
full of wishful thinking, how'd we end up this way?
you just sigh and then, there's nothing left to say
the thunder rumbles somewhere far away
there's no music here between, not a sound at all
passion's fire's embers now, and you never seem to call
you seize the moment to beat me to another no point and
the moment falls. If nothing can be endearing
i'm sure that honest silence that we both were fearing
is the nothing i love still.
and i always will.