Yellow

Snow like fallen love
and rosy window nightlights
are closing in to shove
memories of soft nights

and shallow, harbored life
Can you remember who I am?
There may be sorrow in the strife,
but there's a lion in the lamb

Sip hot cacoa by the fire
of a house you left behind
You are still, to them, the liar
but they're just memories in mind

So let them fade with time
I will discover what is right
I'll be the subject of their crime
for I have fallen into light

and it pools around like water
a soft, bold yellow light
I am a woman, not a daughter
a shimmering, wet light