*Snow Falling On Cedars
The Dream: Death 1
snow, falling on Cedars,
soft and gentle,
is like your whisper’d breath
spoken in silent wisps
of warmth felt seductively
on my ears.
Each flake
a kiss,
a thought
of lavender
and honey’d dew drops
caressing my lips.
It’s a sensual touch
the way my face
curves into your fingers;
into the smile
of your eyes
finding the sparkle of mine.
The Reality: Death 2
snow falling on Cedars
is a Winter’s kiss;
the emptiness of white,
of hard pack’d earth
and its message of death.
Your fingers are cold,
your lips frozen, lifeless
and wrinkl’d with the too sweet
taste of rancid fruit.
It is a brittle, cruel love
that mingles in this wasteland,
infecting
and influencing hope
and the dreams of light
with the bleak melancholy of despair.
The Finale:
snow falling on Cedars,
the darkness of vengeful breath
covers everything with the
emptiness of white;
softly
gently
like whispers of silent death.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.13.16*
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
*Snow Falling On Cedars
The Dream: Death 1
snow, falling on Cedars,
soft and gentle,
is like your whisper’d breath
spoken in silent wisps
of warmth felt seductively
on my ears.
Each flake
a kiss,
a thought
of lavender
and honey’d dew drops
caressing my lips.
It’s a sensual touch
the way my face
curves into your fingers;
into the smile
of your eyes
finding the sparkle of mine.
The Reality: Death 2
snow falling on Cedars
is a Winter’s kiss;
the emptiness of white,
of hard pack’d earth
and its message of death.
Your fingers are cold,
your lips frozen, lifeless
and wrinkl’d with the too sweet
taste of rancid fruit.
It is a brittle, cruel love
that mingles in this wasteland,
infecting
and influencing hope
and the dreams of light
with the bleak melancholy of despair.
The Finale:
snow falling on Cedars,
the darkness of vengeful breath
covers everything with the
emptiness of white;
softly
gently
like whispers of silent death.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.13.16*
...thanks for reading
