I saw a tall man shatter
A mirror. Memories fell
Like snow, so cold now.

I felt as he cut deep into
His doll with the pieces.
“Slowly now - not too hard”

I watched as my blood
Dripped over the face
Reflected in the shards.

I steal the breath from your lips;
I kiss your chest and listen to the
heartbeat. I told you not to run,
You cannot escape, my little one.
I am the chasm inside your soul;
I am the only love you’ll ever know.

So it is, this silent dance of seasons.
I seem to bud in morning dew of spring,
New and hopeful of what it might bring;
I dance among the fireflies in summer,
Drunk on promises none have even given.
Autumn comes calling as a hangover falls;
Fog sets in as the chill reaches my bones.
With winter I am numb to all I have known.
Cold and dead, full of nothing but stone.

So shall I grow you, my new little seed?
Will you sprout your roots into my skin;
Shimmy too and fro with summer’s song?
Will you wither as the weather bends,
And leave me bleeding by winter’s end?

If her bones are the sand,
Then he is the breeze - so,
What’s to be done when
She’s sifted to nullity?
A soul full of so much poetry;
She’s off, softly drifting to
Another faraway sea~

It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.