Snowbound

Snowbound...
Frosted neon haze, a far-off sodium light,
swirled and pelted as dark circles fade into light
and the night chill turns sordid
and comfort beguiles my eyes.

The promise, a momentary lapse of treason,
a finite boundary snaring our senses and the caresses
of solitude and reason. A distant bounce approaches
among ice-cats and sullen adventures retake the norm.

We'll stay back and replenish the warmth
avoiding the light until we have no choice
but to regale random admirers and choreographed steps
with predestined delay and a proper paired soliloquoy of action.

Our action, our inaction, demands our happiness
teases us with time and the future,
warning us that only the space merely hinders
and not erases or prevents what shall be done.