THE VIEW FROM A CAFE

The cool winter sun,
Casting shadows dark.
Playing hide and seek,
With sand pits in the park.

Flowers on the trees,
Shades of grey and white.
White ,the smile of love,
Grey , the fear of it.

Keeping with the pretence,
That life is standing still,
I wait a million years,
To say all i feel.

Words may mean a lot,
But it's easier to speak.
Easier than feeling,
And letting on in deed.