The steam rises

The steam rises

The steam rises
Sitting in a pool
The steam clouds everyone ones vision
Snow flakes make the night magical
Heavy sticky snow
No wind in the air
An old street light
The source of the only light
A silent disillusionment
Not quite comprehending
Eyes deceptively dreamy and a little tense
Hoping to see a seductive look
From one with stylish elegance
Desiring her to show
Sitting a there amid the ghosts
Taking a fatalistic view
Hoping to hear the voice
Say “there you are,”
And knowing it will not happen this night
The giggles of the three snap me back to reality
Rolling in the snow before jumping back in the pool
Affectionately asking daddy
What are you waiting for?